Because Sometimes Mother’s Day Stinks.

Is it Mothers Day or Mother’s Day?? I can never decide. I think the apostrophe is necessary, so I’m going with that.

Two years ago, Mother’s Day was pretty great. That was the day we told our families we were pregnant.

Last year, Mother’s Day was also pretty awesome. It was my first as a mommy.

This year…sigh. I’m having a hard time. It’s not my first as a mommy. It’s doesn’t carry with it a big happy announcement. It’s just Sunday, dedicated to moms.

And this year, without anything extra to soften the blow, it just reminds me that mine is gone.

It is strange, celebrating Mother’s Day and remembering that the day includes me now too. I’m a mom. Have been for a while now. But Mother’s Day to me will always be about MY mom. It matters much less to me that I get to be celebrated as it does that she, who was worth celebrating, is not here to enjoy it.

I’m sure that Mother’s Day in heaven includes food that is better than Sunday Brunch at Mimi’s (and that’s saying something), but still, it is too far away for me. I’d rather my momma be here, eating at Flappy Jacks with me tomorrow morning. Then we’d get to do this mom thing together. That would be weird. But in the really amazing kind of way.

So today, although I am blessed beyond measure to be a mommy myself {because have you seen my little stinker? She is cuuuuuute!}, today my heart goes out to all of you motherless daughters. You who will both smile and ache tomorrow. I know your pain. And I want you to know it’s ok to be sad this weekend, even if people don’t understand why. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I get it.

I’m going to try, and I hope you do too, to focus on the blessings instead of the losses. Like the fact that I know how to be a mom because mine was such a great one. Some people never have that. Or the fact that motherhood is truly the best gift I’ve ever been given, and I love my sweet girl to pieces. It’s hard to stay sad when her smile is directed my way. 🙂

Just know I {heart} you, wherever you are, if you’re missing your mommy an extra bit this weekend. And I want you to go read this blog post and see that there are others who share in your suffering. Somehow, together, the burden is a little lighter.

Love to you, my sweet friends. May you celebrate motherhood and your momma. If yours is still around, give her an extra tight squeeze. You’re a lucky girl. 🙂