Happy Mother’s Day or is it?
I always felt that the whole hype around Mother’s Day and Father’s Day was just another marketing gimmick, until I became a mother myself and started looking forward to the sloppily made cards that my son would make for me. I haven’t received those cards in years and nothing beats those hand made, full of spelling mistake, colored outside of the lines cards.
This year though, I am thinking of all the people who feel differently about this day. What if you are a mother who miscarried, lost a child or children to illness, to war, to poverty or senseless violence? The jagged edges of that loss remains for years to come. How do they feel about this day? Do others still wish them? Do they want to be wished? Or would they rather forget or not be reminded of their deep loss?
What of the parents who lose their children in custody battles and eventually see them less and less or not at all? How do they cope with their loss specially on days like these that are suppose to celebrate their parental status.
What about children who hate their parents? Grown adults who are still struggling with childhood trauma caused by selfish, narcissistic or just plain malicious parenting? How do they feel on this day? Have they found forgiveness or a sense of coming to terms with what was and will never be?
On the other side of the glitz and glamour and facebook feed flooded with tributes to mom’s and dad’s, there’s also the grim side of loss and jagged edges of wounds that run deep for both parents and kids. May I never forget to be kind to others since no one knows who carries around these unseen wounds.