As Facebook is flooded with photos and posts around Mother's Day this weekend, I need to say out loud that I have a love/not-so-much-love relationship with Mother's Day.
I love my mother and greatly appreciate all that she has done and continues to do for me.
I love my grandmothers and am so thankful for the legacy they leave with me.
I love my sister and see and appreciate the way that she mothers my two spectacular nieces - even (or especially) on the hard days.
I love my aunts and cousins who are mothers and see and appreciate their relationship with their kids.
I have many, many friends that are mothers. They are smart and funny and kind and are raising their kids to be the same.
Then, things get fuzzy and painful.....
I think of my friends who lost their mothers too young. Or even later in life.
I think of friends who have uneasy relationships with their mother. Or no relationship at all.
I think of my friends who have lost children. As my great-grandmother Trietschie once said, "mothers aren't supposed to bury their kids."
I think of my friends who have never been able to have any babies at all. Or not the second or third (or more) that they had planned.
I think of my friends who, like me, desperately long to be a mother, but have yet to find their husband with which to start a family. (and please don't spend your effort trying to convince me how you can be a mom without a husband. I know it can happen - it is not on my radar).
And Mother's Day somehow becomes another somewhat ridiculous, fake holiday that often hurts more than it helps.....