Mother's Day was difficult for me for many years. Like most little girls, I always wanted to be a Mom. I just assumed it would be easy. It was anything but. For over 5 years, my husband and I tried, with various degrees of intervention, to have a child. Two miscarriages and no explanations later, I was done.
Mother's Day became something to dread. No Hallmark cards, flowers, or gifts for me. Clueless strangers wishing me a Happy Mother's Day reduced me to tears. I even had my first miscarriage on that weekend in May of 1997. So, I took off a few years and tried to not mourn the loss.
Eventually, we built our family through adoption, bringing home our two children from Russia, our daughter in 2002 and our son in 2004. And Mother's Day became joyful for me. The annual celebration was filled with cute gifts, flowers, and yes, Hallmark Cards. Twice, we celebrated at Disney, which rocked! Once, my son's soccer coach handed out a single carnation to all the Moms. And that was awesome also.
This year, however, will be my first without my Mom. I lost her last summer to Alzheimer's after a long, heartbreaking battle. And even though she'd already lost the essence of what made her my Mom years before, I still had her. Now, I don't. So, this year, I have to endure another of the firsts without her. I made it through Thanksgiving and Christmas, not calling her at the strike of midnight on New Year's Eve. April 25th would have been her 81st birthday, and then comes Mother's Day. So once again, the holiday becomes difficult for me. I am a motherless daughter.
My Mom, Joan Ann Stanton, raised me and my two older brothers alone. She sometimes worked three jobs at a time to provide for us. To give us better than she’d had. She made sure we all got a college education. She always told me, “You can be anything you want, do anything you want, as long as you’re willing to work for it.” And I believed her. So, I became a wife and a mother and then a nurse and finally an author. By the time I achieved that last part, Alzheimer’s had robbed her of her memory and identity. I became the stranger who came to sit with her. Brought her lunch.
So, my advice to you is to cherish the moments you have with your mothers. And your children. Life is at best unpredictable. I try to not take anything for granted. Tell them you love them. Send the flowers. Buy the Hallmark card.
Dr. Elizabeth Abbott Fitzgerald has spent the last ten years of her life running; from tragedy, from family, from love. But now her mother’s failing health calls her home to Windsor Falls, North Carolina; to the place where her past awaits. Sam Bishop can’t believe his eyes when the love of his life returns after ten long years. All he wants is to clear his conscience and get back the family he lost when Connor, his best friend and Elizabeth’s husband died tragically. Could it really be true that time heals all wounds?
Kimberley O’Malley is a transplant to Charlotte, North Carolina from the frozen North. She is learning to say y’all but draws the line at sweet tea. Sarcasm is an art form in her world. She writes small town Contemporary romances and hilarious Cozy Mysteries. When not writing, she is a full-time nurse and part-time soccer Mom, but not necessarily in that order. She shares her life with an amazing husband of more than 23 years, two teenagers, and one very sweet Shetland Sheepdog, Molly.
Amazon Author Bio: www.amazon.com/author/kimberleyomalley
Good Reads Profile: http://bit.ly/grKOM
Book Bub profile: http://bit.ly/bookbubKOM