Going Home | March 2013 | Copyright 201305/12/2013
Today is Motherís Day. Iíve already been wished ďHappy Motherís DayĒ by a whole bunch of presumptuous strangers that assume my parents are living (they are), that I have a decent relationship with them (I do) or that I, myself, am a parent (Iím not). I understand and appreciate the sentiment, but it always leaves me feeling weird inside.
Every year on Motherís Day, I canít help but think about all of my friends and people I know who have good reasons not to celebrate. I have friends whose Mother died when they were young, and friends whose Mother turned her back on them when they needed her the most. I know people who couldnít have children, or whose child left the world before them.
I always want to acknowledge these Motherís Day outsiders, but I never quite know how. So Iíll say this: to all of my friends who find this holiday a painful reminder of everything that they donít have, what they didnít grow up with, and those they are missing, I want to say--Iím proud of you and who youíve become. You are wonderful and strong and Iím so lucky to know you. You are amazing.