Mother’s Day is all flowers and chocolate and calls from loving kids. Well, except for all those women out there who dread this Sunday. For so many, Mother’s Day is just painful.
I know this because I used to be one of those women. After being told that my husband and I had less than a 5 percent chance of getting pregnant, I hated Mother’s Day.
I hated the hoopla. I hated the moment in church when they hand out corsages, or chocolate, or whatever it is they were handing out to all the women that year. Oh sure, they usually give it to all women older than 18, but that just seemed patronizing and insulting.
After a year and a half of trying to get pregnant, I didn’t go to church on Mother’s Day.
I’m one of the lucky ones who ended up having the child I yearned for, but I know there are lots of women out there who are just like I was. It may be single women or women who can’t have kids. It may be women who have spent years waiting on an adoption list, or a mom who gave up a baby to give it a better life. It may be moms who have estranged kids, or moms whose children have passed away.
Regardless of the reason, I’m thinking of all of you women out there as we approach this Mother’s Day. Sunday won’t just be another day to them — it will remind them of their heartache allover again.
And to all of you moms who relish in the flowers and chocolates and general mom’s day hoopla, go ahead — enjoy. You deserve to celebrate yourself and motherhood. But try to remember the woman behind you in church who didn’t wake up to breakfast in bed and will be taking her chocolate bar home to an empty house.
What do you think of Mother’s Day? Have you ever been through a period in your life when the holiday just reminded you of what you didn’t have?