Monday, 11 March 2013

Why Mother's Day is the happiest - and saddest - time

Yesterday was Mother's Day and it was the noisiest Mother's Day I have ever experienced, with Dot shouting even more than usual. Don't get me wrong, it was lovely and she made me the most beautiful card, but boy can she shout.

It's always a funny day for me - on the one hand I have my own Dot now, and it's a very special time with her; on the other hand I don't have my mam anymore, which is very painful. Usually it's more a constant dull ache than a sharp pain - it will be 30 years this August since she died - but Mother's Day is one of those times when it hurts like it happened yesterday.

I have seen lots of blog posts about yesterday, but I couldn't bring myself to read them all. I suppose Mother's Day brings out the selfish me in a way - I don't want to read about other people being happy with their mums when my mam isn't here with me.

Here she is, before she was married, before she was a mam. She is beautiful. She was the kindest, happiest soul you could ever meet.

And here she is in 1981, in Australia, visiting family

My mam x

1 comment:

  1. I feel the same about Father's Day. My father left us 26 years ago. Father's Day always seems bitter sweet. I am happy to have a wonderful husband but things are not complete without my father. I know how you feel.


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