I have a love hate relationship with Mother’s Day. On one hand, I think it’s a beautiful time to honour my mother, my grandmothers, all of the mothers in my life, and all of the women who are mother figures. But when my son, Finley, died, the meaning of Mother’s Day, for me, changed forever.
Mother’s Day is hard. It can be ugly. It feels so unfair. And now that I am a bereaved mother with no living children, it feels like the day was invented solely to rub the death of my son in my face. I mean, Mother’s Day when your child has died is hard enough – but if your only child(ren) has died, it’s pretty normal to question your motherhood. Your identity becomes very conflicted; am I still a mother if I have no living children to take care of?
The answer is a resounding YES! Even in the early days of my grief, I knew “I Am Still a Mother“. I want my motherhood celebrated on Mother’s Day just like every other mother. I deserve to have my motherhood celebrated.
And YOU, as a Still Mother, deserve to have your motherhood honoured and celebrated and remembered. Your child(ren) matter.
I hope that today you are able to remember your children with love in your heart and a smile on your face. But I also know that for a lot of Still Mothers, that is not yet possible. It is too raw, too hard. Whatever you choose to do today, whatever feels right for you, make sure that you are doing it for you. Celebrate if you want to, cry if you want to, hide under your blankets if you want to. Just know that my heart goes out to you, and that I am here, honouring you and remembering your child(ren).
❤️
Thanks buddy <3