Mother’s Day is a cause for celebration – isn’t it? It’s for all the nurturers out there who deserve their special day of recognition… and I’m not knocking it.
But spare a thought for the people for whom today is not quite that…and for whom this day brings less than celebration.
In my little family, that’s all of us.
My mother is dead.
I mourn her loss.
My teenage step-daughter’s mother is dead.
She mourns her loss.
My foster son was removed from his birth mother.
He mourns her loss.
I have no birth children to bring me breakfast in bed.
These children I take care of grieve too much to spoil this other-mother they live with.
My dog licks my hand with love – for this I am grateful.
My husband sits in the middle of us all, and tentatively, tenderly, tries to make sure we all make it through the day without crumbling… and perhaps crumbling in on each other.
Was there ever such a day to compete in bringing out the stress in this little patchwork family?
I say, let’s do away with Mother’s Day…
Let’s instead celebrate Earth Mother’s Day.
Yay for the Earth Mothers and all that they bring…
… fecundity, wild nature, deep roots, growth, creativity, passion.
Anyone else down for that?!