As I write this it is Mother’s Day here in Australia, and as we all know this day is an extra special day for families. For most families that is. For me Mothers Day is a bit of a struggle. I don’t get to see my family on Mother’s Day, and even if I did, there would always be one person missing at the table – my son Craig who passed away in 1995 at age 18.
I usually try to ignore the Mother’s Day hype, in the media and on social media, and try to spend time doing something I enjoy. Yesterday I went out for a bushwalk with my partner and with Oscar the toy poodle. As usual, getting out into nature always cheers me up. It was a cold Sunday, so after the walk, we took time out to sit on the couch and watch a movie. This is something we never do, ever, but I had been trying to find time to do this since Christmas, when I was given Downtown Abbey. It was a lovely day and I loved the movie. So please don’t think I had a completely sad day. There were many joyful moments as well as the sadness.
I really don’t want any reader to think that this is me wallowing or looking for sympathy at all. I don’t need sympathy as I’m doing ok. I cope quite well with these special days when they come along, and there are a few of them every year. There are birthdays, death dates, anniversaries, Christmas, Easter and there’s Mother’s Day.
In the early years I struggled with these days, as it seemed they would unexpectedly hit me in the face at every turn. I’m much better with coping these days and mostly, I’m able to think of the good times. And there have been many along the way.
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