Mother’s Day
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day.
A day to honor mothers, grandmothers, aunts, mother-figures, mothers-in-laws, and mentors who have guided you throughout your life. A day to honor those mothers who have passed. A day to recognize the gift of motherhood.
This day brings joy to some many and challenges for others. Many celebrate this day and others sit in the silence of pain.
I know that there is the collective that experience the dredge on that day wishing that Monday could come soon enough. There are mothers who grieve the loss of babies and grieve the loss that they may never carry. There are mothers who grieve the loss of their own mothers or the mothers that they never had.
I write this blog to the hurting mothers. I see you.
I sit with you in your pain. Yes, I am a mother and truly am blessed. I couldn’t ask for anything more. However, this day isn’t easy for me. I sit with tears, feelings of shame, and I must be true to you all that Mother’s Day is hard. I have many feelings on this day that I grieve.
So, on Mother’s Day this year:
I give you permission to feel.
I give you permission to cry and grieve.
I give you permission to be angry and to not feel guilty.
I give you permission to take space and allow time for you.
I give you permission to give yourself compassion to the parts of you that are showing up.
I give you permission to rest.
I give you permission to feel.
I give you permission to be gentle and to allow yourself to be YOU.
You matter and are incredible. You are not alone.
