Mother’s Day is such a complex day. Ok, on the surface it celebrates the roles of mothers with cards perhaps lovingly made in schools and a handmade present. Perhaps the Dad or another relative has reminded the teenage child that a card is essential. Perhaps they all cook a meal and celebrate the day together.
Perhaps for some women who have never experienced the privilege of motherhood, Mother’s Day is a day for curling up underneath the duvet and indulging in chocolates while allowing the tears to flow freely for those hopes and dreams which were never to be.
Perhaps Mother’s Day is another reminder of the child who is missing. The hopes for the future again unanswered. Perhaps a child has distanced himself, mentally/ physically or both.
Perhaps for the mother whose child has died, Mother’s Day is a public reminder of the void that can never be filled in her heart.
Perhaps Mother’s day is a reminder to a mother, that because of illness she is no longer able to be a mother and sometimes her child has to be her carer.
Perhaps the mother doesn’t recognise their child as a result of illness. The laughs which would have been shared can never be shared as the mother retreats from the world.
Perhaps Mother’s Day is a reminder to a child, even an adult child, that the mother who should have nurtured, cared for and protected never existed for that child.
On the morning of Mother’s Day, I always raise a cup to those mothers who are suffering that little bit more because of the day that is in it.
Perhaps we as women could go a little farther this year? Perhaps we could send a card, ring or call to a mother who is hurting on this year’s Mother’s Day.