It’s a similar refrain for many of us, isn’t it? A Mother’s Day without our own mother. It’s especially difficult for those of us who had really great moms. Not everyone can say that and I understand how difficult the day can be for so many. I know several women who really do not like the day at all. I get it. I emphasize.

For those of us who do think of our moms with love and fondness the day seems a little sad. Even if we are surrounded by our own children or grandchildren, the absence of our own mom is truly a void. I know so many women who are like me— having lost their own moms in the past few years. A day that I used to truly rejoice over has taken on a different meaning. I stand more aware of those who have wanted to be moms and for whatever reason couldn’t be, for those who lost precious babies, for those who have chosen to not have children and are questioned relentlessly about their decision, for those who had traumatic childhoods with moms who could not be the kind of mom they needed, and for all those who are like me and mourning the death of their good friend who also happened to be their mom.

My favorite thing to do on Mother’s Day was always having a picnic and over the years when the boys were grown and couldn’t be home for Mother’s Day, Chris always made the day special with a picnic. This year we switched it up and had a picnic with our grandson so that made up for any sadness I was feeling.

I hope your day was special in some way and that if you are missing your mom like I am , that you were able to find a ray of sunshine and a spot of happiness. Sending you all my love.