Stay with me in this. I know I’m not the only one. The other day, Stephen and I were discussing how long it’d been since I had a Mother’s Day to myself. Neither of us could remember. We’ve spent the day with either Mom (his) while she was here on earth, Mama ( mine), or both. Then we tried to remember how long it’d been since I had a day just for me…couldn’t remember that either.
This is about my mama heart..not my wife/daughter heart. Y’all, I long for/crave a day for me. More specifically, I crave/long for a day for me that ALL my “boys” spend with me…for me. I want to feel appreciated, loved, and celebrated for that one day. In the past, I asked for that day. Years ago, I stopped hoping and asking.
My heart feels for those without mothers, without children, or who grieve a child. My heart is joyful that I have the privilege of spending Mother’s Day (and more) with my Mama. My heart is happy that she is celebrated. My heart is grateful for my boys. Also….my heart hurts/is broken a bit for me. I feel that deeply today. You know what? Its okay to feel that. It’s okay to acknowledge and own that. It’s okay to be thankful for my boys and yet hurt and sad for what isn’t.