Friday, May 9, 2014
Mother's Day Without My Mothers
I've been a mother myself for almost fourteen years now, you would think I would've made it about me by now. I do for appearances, but Mother's Day has always been one of the most emotional days for me. Actually, it begins right after Easter when all the commercials for flowers, jewelery and pampering inundate viewers and listeners. "Don't forget Mom!" they all chime, and at my home-away-from-home, Target, not only do I have to see the cards, I have to buy two. One for my mother-in-law and the other for my father's wife. Both cards will be signed and sent from my three daughters wishing their grandmothers a Happy Mother's Day.
It's been 20 years since I was able to send my own mother, Mum, a card. She passed away in 1993.
It's been 42 years since my birth mother put me up for adoption.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about Mum, I don't need a Sunday in May to make me aware how much she did for me. Since my three daughters never knew her, I talk about her all the time. I also let myself think about her and cry whenever I feel like it. At first it happened in department stores, seeing another girl my age shopping with her mother. I left many a store in my twenties to go cry in the car. In my thirties while my daughters were babies I cried because I wanted her there to help me, no one could replace her during those years no matter how hard they tried. Now as my girls are getting older, I cry for two reason - one because I'm mad she has missed out on so much, and two because I don't always know how to reach my teenager, who has become -sigh- me. How did she put up with me?
I also think about my birth mother. Though I don't have any plans to find her at this time, I am keenly aware there is a women out there somewhere who thinks of me too and when I think of her, it is with sincere gratitude. I will always love and respect her for the tough decision she made. I will eternally be thankful.
So forgetting is not an issue, and putting on a happy face and remembering it's a day for me too is becoming less difficult. Bring on the Eggo's and coffee in bed, present me with your homemade cards and bookmarks from school. Put the flowers in the crystal vase, just be careful of those two extra ones I placed in there, they're not for me.