Catch 22

Mother’s Day is always a catch-22 to me.  I’m happy for the Mother’s in my life.  They truly deserve to be celebrated.  BUT – at the same time, my heart breaks for the things that could’ve been and the things I miss.

I miss my grandmother and I’m thankful for teaching me that there should be kindness above all.

I’m thankful for my mother and teaching me that everyone needs someone to stand up for them.  Everyone needs someone to lean on.

I’m thankful to my other grandmother for showing me that sacrifice is a calling worth bearing.

I’m thankful to Maureen for teaching me that it can never be too late to love someone.

I miss Emma and she taught me that sometimes things just aren’t to be.  Sometimes things in life aren’t fair.

I miss Audrey and she gives me hope for a brighter tomorrow and that there will always be future opportunities.

I miss Kiki and Sakira.  They taught me that people have free agency, also that love knows no bounds.

Today, singing about mothers and motherhood, seeing the mothers receive flowers and praise, seeing mothers with their babies, especially seeing those in sunbeams and nursery give homemade cards to their mothers- it rips me apart.  So now, I’ve reached out to the mothers in my life, if you don’t mind- I’m going back to bed thanks.

In the words of Mr Frensley, “Get over yourself, it happened, they died or were taken away.  Stuff happens, now get over it.”

I told him to hold his words until they were his own- to which he replied, “It doesn’t really matter, does it?”  

He’s right, it shouldn’t, but for today- it does. Happy mother's day to all the mothers- may your children at least try to behave and be nice to you today.

As for me, goodnight.