When my mother died, for the longest time afterwards I was angry at her. I felt she had abandoned us, left us, not tried hard enough to stay. It took me a long time to come to a place where I wasn’t angry and I forgave her.
Then I had children, and I realised beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t leave us deliberately and that she wouldn’t have gone if she’d had a choice. Having my own children made me realise this, being a mum myself, I now know she gave everything and it wasn’t anything we did that made her want to go, and I know now I would do everything myself to be here for my children.
Mother’s Day is always bittersweet for me. I have the love of my own children to make it special. I realise how blessed I am (cheesy blogger speak there) but I’m still allowed to miss my mum and wish she was here to see her grandchildren.
Motherhood makes you see life differently.
Happy Mother’s Day to those celebrating today.
If you are missing your mum or don’t have your mum, know you aren’t alone.