I got my mother’s day hives last week. With the help of Benadryl, it’s cleared up. Weird I get all these rashes during grieving season. And then they go away after the June fifth death anniversary. Poof! They vanish.
That first year, Mother’s Day hit me like a ton of bricks. That title expresses exactly how I felt. I felt bitter and resentment and I was pissed at the world. “Go on, go celebrate all your living children,” I wanted to scream.
I wanted to be mad at someone but there was no one to be angry with. I wanted to make a bonfire out of all the mother’s day cards for sale at every drug store. I wanted to go deflate all the mother’s day balloons. (I only did one and I bought it first.)
The facilitator of my grief group had told us to plan things on days that would be hard–birthday and death anniversary, for example. I totally forgot about Mother’s Day.
I got caught off guard that first year.
The next year was no piece of cake either. I dreaded it. I couldn’t even manage a card in the mail to my own mom.
I think this year I might be OK
It’s my third since Charles’ suicide.
I have come to realize I am still a mother even if one of my children is missing. I’m not jumping for joy or anything, but maybe I’ve gotten to a place where I can tolerate it. Even if I did get the itchy, hot hives a few days ago.
So no offense with the title.
But just know there are a lot of people out there that feel that way today. It might be their first Mother’s Day since losing a child. It might be someone’s first Mother’s Day since losing their mom. And then still others who’ve struggled to conceive and that day is simply a glaring reminder they can’t produce what seems so natural and easy for others.
Cherish the memories you have. Maybe it’s just a holiday to remind us to do that.

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You are so right—Mother’s Day is hard on so many people but especially those who have lost a child. Sending love…
❤
Back atcha A-M. The day absolutely, positively, without a doubt, 100%, sucks. For me it’s all about my mom (who also lost a child, but still has 2 children and 5 grandchildren). When she is gone, I might just refuse to acknowledge it.
An excuse to travel I say!