These are the stories of us. These are the anecdotes of our days. This is the good bad and ugly (mostly good) of our not so unique, large (but not as large as some) family, living life to the fullest. Some of us might not have the average number of years generally allotted but we will fill each of those years with the celebration of family, friends and life
Sunday, May 4, 2014
It's international bereaved Mother's Day today. I have scoffed at the notion that this day was necessary as though whether your child is alive or not a mother is a mother on Mother's Day. I think I may have softened my stance this year finally understanding that perhaps for those who have no other children and even for those who do it is a day to recognize that you are a mother to a child who is no longer here to share the day with you, give you special hugs and kisses and sweet drawings depicting their love for you. I so then recant my past years objections. That being said I did not receive a single card, letter or flower today recognizing my bereavedness (fact...the bereaved can make up new words) nor was I made or taken for brunch. What good is a holiday if there is no brunch?
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