“To the Mother Who Was Without a Mother on This Mother’s Day,
I see you.
I see you spend day after day raising your sweet, precious babies (yet second guessing everything you do). And I see you, day after day, aching to be able to call her, just to get her reassurance that you are doing it right.
But I see you raising them anyway.
I see you walking through the shopping mall with your little hearts, and every.single.time you walk pass a child strolling along hand-in-hand with their mother and grandmother, I see your heart shatter a little bit inside.
But I see you walk along anyway.
I see you sat in the restaurant with your family, and when you catch eye of a grandmother feeding her sweet little grandchild a spoonful of ice cream for dessert, I see you want to ask for the bill. Immediately.
But I see you sit and eat anyway.
I see you wanting to bake a batch of cookies for your precious little ones, and instead find yourself stood at your kitchen counter wiping away tears, for you are wishing that you could call to get her recipe; the best recipe.
But I see you bake the cookies anyway.
I see your shoulders tighten up every time your child asks about your mother.
But I see you talk about her anyway.
I see your smile vanish (and be replaced by a forced one) whenever your girlfriends talk about planning a beautiful Mothers Day with their children and their mothers when all you really wanna’ plan is a day hid under the covers.
But I see you plan your day anyway.
I see you dread every birthday, anniversary, holiday and event, just wishing that she was there (right by your side) to witness it all.
But I see you celebrate anyway.
I see you.
I see you aching for those phone calls. those visits. those reassurances. those moments.
I see you thinking time and time again, ‘If only I could call mom right now to ask her.’
I see you wishing that you could share that social media meme of ‘my mom is my best friend.’
(Instead of getting goosebumps every time you see the one that reads, ‘I miss my mom.’)
I see you, Friend.
This past weekend. And every weekend.
Wishing for her.
Happy Mothers Day to you, Mother Without a Mother.
We may not have our mothers here, but we do have each other.
And while this is a club that no mother of little hearts would ever want to be in –
We can be grateful for it, just the same.
A Mother Without a Mother”
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