There are days in the year that tear me in two. Christmas, Birthdays, Fathers Day, Mothers Day. There is the joy and the noise. The handmade cards and the sticky kisses. The impractical gifts and the restaurant meal. Hugs and laughter. One side of the coin. The other side yearns for solitude in the midst of all the excitement. Wishes for a moment of a peace and reflection. And more than anything, wishes another little voice joined in the commotion.
Mothers day is hard for a lot of people. Those that have lost their own mums. Those, like me, that have a child or children in heaven. Those that have tried and tried to fall pregnant only to face another mother’s day without a baby in their arms. Those that yearn with all their hearts for a child but know it’s a wish that will never be granted. It is a day filled with flowers, breakfasts in bed and handmade cards. But it also a day filled with pain and yearning for so many. And all of those people deserve a little love on Mothers Day.
I am fortunate to be celebrating today with my two earth-side boys, my mum, my grandmother and my mother-in-law. Surrounded by beautiful family. There is, as always, much to be grateful for. There is, as always, much to turn my mind from Xavier. The pain of missing him, now just a dull ache where once it was piercing, seems at odds with the day. And yet, it must be part of the day. I find it easier to reconcile my feelings on his birthday or anniversary. They are clearly days to be in remembrance of him. Clearly days when tears and reflection are appropriate. Days that belong just to him. The days that tear me apart belong in part to my living family and in part to the one who has gone where I cannot. These are the days when I must learn to integrate the joy and the sadness.
Today, I think of my mum, who is a beautiful, unique and talented soul. She has given me everything and I love her more than she knows. I think of my grandmother, who continues to live an enviably full life and is one of the most peaceful people I could ever meet. I think of my mother in law, who never stops for even a moment and would do anything for her children and grandchildren. I think of my boys. My eldest, crazy and wild, funny and loving. My youngest, gorgeous and curious, healing in his very bones. My middle son, never far from my mind and always in my heart.
Happy Mothers Day to all.
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Saw the beautiful pics of you with two of your gorgeous boys spoiling you rotten this morning Robyna! Elijah was really chowing down on that banana bread wasn’t he? I’m glad you could enjoy your special day because you are one special Mum… I’m just sorry Xavier couldn’t be there in body as well as spirit xxx
It was actually rye bread, which he is eating after a full serve of scrambled eggs and a quarter of an advocodo. Backed up by a dinner where he ate one pouch baby food, quarter bowl of rice, one dim sim and am impressive amount of steamed fish. Am worried about adolescence! Felt all my beautiful boys near. Xoxo.