Today as I was walking into church, I was greeted with “Happy Mother’s Day” four times. Which is really sweet. Except for one thing. I’m not a mom.
Now I don’t recall anyone greeting me with in such a fashion when I was in my early 20s. But I guess that now that I’m at a certain age, there is that assumption that I would be a mom. Never mind the fact that the people greeting me have never seen me with a child.
So this got me thinking about how this day may be difficult for some women. Women who have wanted to have children but could not. Women who have lost a child. Women who, like one of my dear friends, have recently lost their own mothers. I’m sure today represents an emotional minefield for some people as they avoid places and scenarios that would cause them stress and despair. In fact, all of us will, at some point, face this minefield as we deal with the death of our own moms.
Okay, I didn’t mean for this post to get all sad. Dude- I guess I can blame my mom for the ability getting too reflective at time. Oh well.
Happy Mother’s (or Others) Day.