Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day has always been difficult for me for understandable reasons.

I’ve been dreading this weekend. I didn’t get a chance to talk about it much in therapy because some other more pressing issues have invaded my life.

My therapist said to treat myself. Buy myself flowers. Do something nice. Much in the same way I re-celebrated my mother’s birthday back in January (which ended up being a celebration of PAFPAC reaching a milestone in Facebook).

So I think that is what I’m going to do. I have to work this weekend, which is good to keep me busy somewhat. But I still have unoccupied time to fill.

I want to do all of the things I wish I could’ve done on Mother’s Day had I had a real mother. Maybe I will take myself out to dinner. Maybe I will buy myself a card. Maybe I will buy my mother a card, and write all of the things I feel like I want to say to her. Maybe I will buy myself those flowers and my favorite chocolates.

Because in truth, I was my own mother. I had to take care of myself in ways that my mother wouldn’t.

There is no special day for all of the children and adults who had to grow up with absent or abusive mothers. So what are we left to do? We have to make our own day. We have to celebrate something different.

3 thoughts on “Mother’s Day

  1. Mother’s Day is sooo extremely stressful for me. Even though I have children it’s like I have to grit my teeth and steel my nerves to get through it. Too many memories. I think your idea sounds heavenly! I think I may buy myself a card and treat myself this Sunday. I hope you enjoy yours.

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  2. I am happy you are continuing to keep this blog available for individuals who may find comfort and strength from reading your story.

    Keep being courageous and speaking your truth.

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