I’m a mother, but on mother’s day I don’t think about me, instead I think about my mother.
She’s been dead for twenty two years and I still miss her. And today is mother’s day, and so I think of her not me.
And then I think of my sister, who will for the next year acknowledge each celebration as the first one without her husband and her daughters will acknowledge each celebration as the first without their father.
That made me think about the preciousness of time, of family, of relationships, friendships. I’m very blessed. I may miss my mother, but its less about being sad because with the passage of time I’ve come to realize that my missing her is more about how much I loved her when she was present. And that makes me feel better.