It has to be said I dread Mothers Day and its commercial "Look at me , see how much MY family loves me" pressure. I know now not to have any great expectations, no special lunches out, pampering or presents, usually a small appreciation of gratitude or a hurried petrol station type purchase. I know this should be enough but its lack of though is what hurts the most. It's ok, I am used to it now, if not mostly just a little sad.
I don't consider myself a bad mum, I work hard (very hard) I set a good example to my children. They are clean, well fed, I take them to sports events, days out, I play with them, tuck them up in bed every night. We have music and singing in the house, we laugh, there have always been stories, playing (lots of playing, I have three boys). They are not subjected to large amounts of shouting, smacking or rows between my husband and myself. So yes, I do feel a little let down by this day.
I am (mostly) over it. (might not be true).
On Mothers Day (I will be thinking about my own mother) but I will mostly be thinking about :
Those mothers whose own mothers have died and are no longer here to be celebrated.
To single mothers who probably don't have anybody to help their children celebrate the day for them.
To mothers whose husbands are serving in the armed forces.
To mothers who are beaten and abused and the best they can hope for on this day is to be left alone.
To mothers who suffer from PND or depression.
To mothers who are in a house full of family but are forgotten.
To mothers whose children have been taken away from them too soon.
This is for you.