Monday, May 3, 2010

For the past two years when this time of year rolls around, I cringe. I hide. I cry. When I hear Mother's Day commercials on the radio, I change the station and when I see Mother's Day commercials on TV, I flip to the next channel. It's not that I don't like thinking about Mother's Day. It's just sometimes difficult to be forced to think about the loss and sadness I feel during Mother's Day and not being able to spend it with my Mom, because there's nothing I would want more.

To my surprise, in the May issue of Cooking Light, I came across an article all about Mother's Day. This time, instead of turning the page, I read it and it is a really great article. Here's why it hit home for me:

"as Mother's Day approaches I find that Mother's Day has suddenly taken on a different shape, one of celebration through memory rather than phone calls, sweet notes or a family gathering. The stories I tell about my Mother and that others have shared with me by card or e-mail, sustain me. This ability to celebrate anchors my well-being as a daughter - and in contemplating my Mother's life I realize it was one of her most important gifts to me."


The author Kate Meyers does a phenomenal job of describing her Mother's personality, her love for her Mother and one can't help but feel special to be let into such a private moment. She goes on to write:

"anyone who has lost a loved one comes to understand that grieving is a necessary part of healing, and that there's no right way to do it. For me, celebrating my Mother in memory gives me a joyful place to go when I am sad - a place where she still is. This sort of celebration is available to all of us, but requires practice and repetition lest it slip away, lost in the vast commercialism of Mother's Day."

I like celebrating my Mother by remembering the times she'd grab me while she cooked dinner and we'd dance around the kitchen. By remembering the completely ridiculous things we would do together that would make my sister and Dad roll their eyes but make me and Mom giggle. By remembering what a caring, giving and loving Mother she was and knowing how blessed I am to have had her as my Mom.


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