Angel Wings Wednesday #10

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.