No, not that kind of makeover – I don’t need one as I have come to accept myself as I am. My Mothers’ Day had a makeover.
See, my mom died over 30 years ago when I was a newlywed. What should have been a joyous time in my life was overshadowed by deep depression, overwhelming sadness and feelings of loss. Each year thereafter, from Mothers’ Day until around the middle of June (Mom died on June 8), I allowed myself to wallow in those deep and dark feelings. This year promised to be more of the same – I am far from home, alone, and separated from my family.
I talked with two women this week who, without even knowing it, turned my way of thinking around. One had been given away by her heroin junkie mother as an infant. Actually, traded for money for a fix. Fortunately for this young woman, her mother’s sister gave the junkie money in exchange for the baby and all parental rights. Then proceded to raise the little girl as her own, providing her with a safe home, love and support.
The other woman had lost her only child in a horrific pedestrian – vs- car accident. Four-year olds rarely win that battle. This mother had left the youngster in the care of a babysitter who took the child for a walk. A car ran a red light and plowed into a group of pedestrians crossing an intersection – the child was severely injured and ended up on life support, declared brain dead. This young mother had to make the decision to discontinue mechanical life support and the little guy passed quickly and quietly in her arms. As often happens, the parents’ marriage did not survive the loss of their child. The woman never remarried, and never had another child.
So, THIS grown woman who had her own mother for 25 years and whose children are alive, reasonably happy and healthy, and who has been provided with glorious grandchildren – decided to make over her Mothers’ Day thinking. Instead of wallowing, this is what I did instead:
I enjoyed coffee made with my Mothers’ Day gift to myself:
I ate chocolate covered strawberries for breakfast:
I used these things:
To make this:
I took this girl to the ice cream shop:
I used the day to do things I truly enjoy – sewing, reading, and talking with my children and grandchilden. I watched a favorite movie (Legends of the Fall), puttered around, and spent the day reflecting on my many blessings – which include a mother who loved me for her short time on earth, and children and grandchildren who are happy, healthy and very much alive. So even though my house was empty (except for the 4-legged child), my heart was full, and it was the best Mothers’ Day of all.