Mother's Day is a bit hard for me. I carefully created a game plan this year so I wouldn't be depressed all day, and I was doing great until the hardest part of the day...going to church. All those kids. Visitors who came with their parents. Kids singing a special song for the moms. I knew it would be hard though and only came for the most important part - the sacrament. A friend thoughtfully asked me to sit with her and I managed to keep the tears under wraps for the 20 minutes I was there. Other friends supported me this weekend via email, chocolate, and a long-stemmed rose. Thank you.
Part of my game plan was to tell a few moms how awesome they are - including my mom and Nathan's mom. As I did this, I started thinking of how hard Mother's Day can be for so many people. I personally know people who struggle with infertility, who haven't found someone to have kids with, who have lost children, who don't know where their children are, who don't have a loving mom, who don't have a mom on this earth, or who don't feel they are good moms. Wow - what a lot of painful emotions to deal with on Mother's Day.
Even so, I don't think we should discontinue Mother's Day. Let's be honest, any holiday can be hard for people for all of the above reasons and more. Christmas, birthdays, etc. I think we should just support each other, focus on the positive, and know our limits. It really helped me today to think of others, to be thought of by others, and to be grateful for the moms and mother-hearts in my life.
Rosalinda was one of my second moms. I spent a great deal of time with her family. I babysat her kids, went on vacation with them, and learned a lot from her. I wish I did a better job of keeping her in my life now.
My mom is one of the most amazing women I know. She homeschooled us, canned, obtained free fruit from everywhere, planted an amazing garden, hung clothes on the line, cooked from scratch, lived as a good Christian woman should, and involved us in every step of that process. The older I get, the more I turn into a carbon copy of my mom, and the more I realize that's a good thing.
Pat was another second mom. She and my mom worked together on a lot of church projects and I also spent a lot of time at Pat's house. She and her husband welcomed foster children into their home, which wasn't always easy, and eventually adopted one of the most difficult ones. She knew how to have fun right along with us, but wasn't afraid to lay down the law. She was also a great example of being a homemaker. When I got married, she gave me my canner and gave me the confidence to try canning meat.
Pam was another second mom. She was my boyfriend's mom but became my friend too. It took me a second to recall her name, because I called her "Mommy" just like my boyfriend did when I met him. Her first husband died way too young, leaving her with four kids, and she remarried. She worked long hours with her second husband and loved to escape on cruises as often as they could save up for them. She collected cookbooks and I inherited a lot of Tupperware, cookbooks, and children's books when she died. These are the only two pictures I have of her. She died before even turning 50 and it was one of the hardest deaths I've ever dealt with. I miss her dearly. When we go to visit my parents, I try to stop by her grave and talk to her for a few minutes.
Now that I'm grown and married, I have another mom. I'm grateful for Nathan's mom. She is a good example to me in so many ways. She has always maintained strong family traditions and I love participating in Hanukkah, Christmas caroling at the nursing home, and banging on pans for New Year's.
Happy Mother's Day!