Mother’s Day has always been bittersweet. Mourning the loss of two moms. My mom passed July 11, 1987, and my stepmom March 26, 2010. Plus mourning the mom I desired but wasn’t emotionally available. Doing the best I could, which wasn’t great or even good. This is not a pity party for one. Acknowledging I fell short, yet I’m in the process of redeeming my story.
Being able to have honest conversations with my adult kids, offering confessions of imperfections and asking for forgiveness has made our relationships stronger and opened up conversations.
Am I alone? Have you struggled with being a mom? Are you feeling a little emotionally hungover from Mother’s Day? Please share in the comments. There is hope. You are not alone!