First, happy mothers day to all the wonderful mothers out there. I celebrate today for only one reason, the lovely lady in that picture. Gammaw, the best mom that I've ever seen.
Mothers day is my absolute least favorite day of the year. Before you call me bitterer or rude, read the rest.
To me the word "mom" means something, it doesn't only mean that you had a child. It means you love and care for them, when they hurt a part of you hurts too. The word mom means love, and because of that I can't bring myself to call the person that gave me life mom or any other variation of the word. I simply call her Z or avoid calling her anything at all. That is why I hate mothers day.
To put it simply mothers day hurts me because it's a whole day as a reminder of the one thing in life that I want more than anything and will never have. As silly as it may seem sometimes I just want a mom who would sit there and listen and love me, one who hugs me and runs her fingers through my hair telling me everything is going to end up just fine and stay up all night when I come home from college asking how my year went.
Over the years countless people have said they would step in and be mother figures, but life happens and things don't always turn out how we plan. I never blame them because I know that have their own kids and they come first. It doesn't mean it isn't hard though.
Theres one good day I remember. In seventh grade I lost the student council elections and naturally I was devastated about it. When she picked me up from school that day she took me shopping and I still remember I bought a pair of Steve Madden flats that were leather and they laced up and I thought they were the cutest thing in the world. I held on to those shoes until I was a senior in high school and the soles were falling off and the fake leather was peeling everywhere. I held onto them with the hope that there would be more better days like that one. Finally senior year of high school I gave up on the shoes and the hope of a better day.
So do me a favor today, be thankful for your mom, hug her a little tighter and thank her for loving you because she deserves at least that.
"Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her. Many women do noble things but you surpass them all. " ~ Proverbs 31: 28-29
Sending love and {Suzey} sunshine your way...xoxo
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