Mothers who suffer silently. Mothers who move forward because of other children. Mothers who might not look like a mother on the outside, but only because we don't know their stories. Mothers who feel joyful for others while simultaneously sorrowful for themselves. Mothers who are strong and courageous even though, to them, it might not always feel like they are.
And I can not forget the daughters. Daughters whose mothers are no longer here. Who have no one to send flowers to. Whose mothers are not a simple phone call away. Who can not receive unsolicited motherly advice. Who long for just one more day, one more hour, one more memory to make with their mothers.
For these mothers and daughters I send out love. I send out comfort and peace and hope. I wish that I could give every one of you exactly what you need and just how you need it. I wish I could take away the hurt and pain. I hope that you have people in your life who do.
This Mother's Day I will hug my daughters, recognize my lost baby, and call my mother. I will be ever-so-grateful for the blessings I have. And I will take a moment out of my day to think about other women who just might be experiencing some difficult emotions because of the day.
This post is linked up with Shell for PYHO.