I ashamed of myself. I was just in a meeting where I was informed that I would have to come in to work on Mother’s Day in order to monitor a 15 minute flash rave. (Flash Raves are actually highly planned out on our college campus, so really I will have to be around for at least two hours that night.) I started to think about how I would have to have breakfast with the family and not dinner even though that would be the busiest time of the day.
Then I happened to see an article on Huffington Post from a Mother whose daughter passed away two years ago. She spoke about how hard Mother’s Day was as a holiday and I immediately felt ashamed. How dare I even for one minute complain that I have less than a full day allotted to me for the purpose of relishing my hard work, my dedication…I had it all wrong. This isn’t a day of “You owe me” or “Mommy just wants some time to read” or whatever I can come up with to justify because it’s MY day – this is a celebration of life and of the PRIVILEGE I have in being in a mother. What about women who have been trying to conceive and haven’t yet? Or women whose children are missing? I feel this is more of a wake up call then anything else.
No longer will I use the day as an excuse to voice unsaid needs. I will use the day to celebrate my role as a mother and embrace the blessings that have been given to me. My heart goes out to all those Mothers out there who will feel the sting of a lost child on Sunday. Bless you and bless all the mothers out there.