The past two years, Mother’s Day has defeated me. It’s drained my soul and beat me over the head with it’s images of moms getting breakfast in bed from their loving (and alive) children.
Not this year. Hear that Mother’s Day? This year I’m taking you back. You haven’t been nice. You’ve been quite wicked. You’ve been abrasive. You’ve hurt me.
You shouldn’t have this much control over me. After all, you were created by GRIEVING mothers. You were not created by florists and restaurants that serve brunch.
Mother’s Day was created as a day for mother’s to work together, in hopes of a more peaceful world for their children. Did you hear that Mother’s Day? PEACE. Peace is the last thing you’ve left me with the last few years.
Not anymore, Mother’s Day. You are mine again. I’m making you a day for peace. I hope other mother’s will work next to me.
I am making the world a better place because of my daughter.
I am going to have a peaceful day. You won’t push me back into bed under the covers this year, Mother’s Day.
That day, I’ll go for a walk in the park and appreciate all of the beauty of spring, or I’ll sit by the water and just listen to it.
I hope to find a way to get back to the true roots. I hope to join with grieving moms and find a way to work together to a more peaceful work for our babies.
It starts with finding peace with myself. That’s this year’s goal. Who’s with me?