Warning: This post may be a bit ranty.
It was recently brought to my attention that last Sunday, the Sunday before Mother’s Day is Bereaved Mother’s Day. I guess it’s kinda nice, but it really rubs me the wrong way.
I mean, really. Bereaved Mother’s Day?
It reminds me of when I was a kid, probably 9 or 10 or so, and I noticed that there was Mother’s Day & Father’s Day & Grandparent’s Day and I really thought there should be a kids’ day. Once I grew up, I realized that there’s no kids day because pretty much every day is kids day. Duh.
It’s the same with Bereaved Mother’s Day. I’m a bereaved mother every day. I think about my daughter every.single.day. Why do I need a special day to be even sadder?
And on that note, why do bereaved mothers need to be separate from other mothers? Just because a woman’s has lost her child, it doesn’t undo that fact that she’s a mother. No, she’s always a mother. While Mother’s Day may bring mixed feelings, I really don’t think it needs to be separate. Especially since Mother’s Day includes so many people. Not just Mothers, but Mothers-in-law, Grandmothers, Godmothers, Aunts…but not bereaved mothers? It’s just wrong.
I know I am blessed because I have two living children in addition to my angel baby, but I don’t think that makes me any less of a mother. Nor should anyone else feel that way.