Mother’s Day. *sigh*
I should love it. I should enjoy it. But I really don’t.
A few of my miscarriages we right around Mother’s Day…in fact my first pregnancy ended in miscarriage right before. I remember the time vividly. My family had sent me a floral arrangement expressing their sorrow and it was delivered to me while I was home alone. I was handed the flowers and the delivery boy had me sign the receipt then said cheerfully “Happy Mother’s Day!” I shut the door and sobbed.
I spent my first few Mother’s Days with empty arms. Then we brought our foster daughter home and I was suddenly a mom…but it took 3.5 years for our adoption to be finalized, so I was her mom but still not legally for so long. We were never sure she would be with us permanently, there was always that fear of her being taken away. I always had to check that box on forms that said “other” or “guardian” not “mother”.
When we had our first biological baby, someone said to me “Happy first Mother’s Day!” Ouch. So adoption did not make me a mother in some eyes, I had to have a bio-baby to be a real mother.
I learned to just stay home those Sundays and now I volunteer to sit in the nursery in church. It just still feels so awkward. It reminds of the sorrow I had in those early years of infertility. I know other women in our church who never had children and longed for them. I know single women who never married and had children they hoped for. Others have lost babies and children and are reminded of the void in their lives. It’s like Valentines day when you are a widow or Father’s Day after loosing your dad.
I like to bring flower’s to my mom and mother in law. I appreciate the gifts my kids make for me. I may be the only mom on the verge of sobbing at the Mother’s Day Tea at school… Yes, I am grateful I get to be a mom, but I don’t need a holiday to tell me that I am blessed in that way.
If you know someone who is struggling with this day, send them a note or card. Acknowledge that the day may be difficult for them and that you are thinking of them. Trust me, they’ll appreciate it.