Tomorrow is Mother's Day and I'm a mess. I still look for Greg's truck - still listen for that rumble coming up my driveway - still can't imagine that I won't see him tomorrow.
Mother's Day is another "event" that screams Greg's absence. With every event, it's not just the day of the event, holiday, birthday, or whatever else that is so painful - it hurts in anticipation of "the day" and also after "the day".
Mother's Day is hard because not only am I missing a child, I have two other children who are precious to me and who I love beyond words. I don't want grieving for Greg to diminish the joy of Mother's Day with my other two sons. I want to be 100% present with them.
I recently discovered that there is an International Bereaved Mother's Day (and Bereaved Father's Day) that occurs one week before Mother's (and Father's) Day.
I'm grateful that a day exists to acknowledge this strange and awful mother/child relationship that exists when your child is no longer on this earth, but in heaven. I'm grateful for a day that I can think of Greg, speak Greg's name and embrace the son who won't be with me next weekend.
"Some mamas will be drawing or painting hearts on their hands and writing
their missing child’s name inside as a beautiful outward testimony to
an inward reality. Every day we carry our missing child in our hearts"
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