I suffered from a bit of the malaise I call Mother’s Day Melancholy. Sometimes, like this year, it is a little more pronounced than others.
I am one of those woman for whom Mother’s Day holds some sadness. I don’t fit nice and neatly into what has become a “Hallmark” holiday.
There are plenty of us for whom the day is a bit of a trigger. For some of us the day highlights:
…Our imperfect relationship with our own mothers, revealing just how fraught with frustration and maddening it is compared to the cozy relationships others have.
…The grief we still bear in those secret places in our hearts for our babies and children who have died, gone too soon, a tragedy hard to think about, let alone experience.
…Our deep desire to become a mother, thwarted by any number of factors: our own wombs, complications with our partner’s reproductive system, the high cost of technology, or even imperfections of medical science to provide a child.
…The fact we haven’t found the right partner yet to start a family and the clock keeps ticking.
…How alone we feel as single-mothers, bearing the effort of providing for our children, physically and emotionally, in what seems like a sea of healthy two-parent households.
…The fact we are now the next generation; our mothers have died and there will not be the beautiful picture of all three generations lined up smiling, familiar features revealed in the nose, the eyes, or the cheek bones. [Read more…]