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Another Mother Now Knows Today

May 4, 2025 / / 0 Comments

I have always found Bereaved Mother’s Day curious. To have a day (the Sunday before Mother’s Day) that recognizes women who have lost a child. It started in Australia and began with a focus on babies who passed of S.I.D.S., a miscarriage or stillbirth. Over the years, it has spread world-wide as a day for all mothers who have lost a child; a day that is an opportunity to talk about them, to find support to know that they are not alone. Also importantly, the hope of this initiative is to have people start talking about loss such that the notions around death become less taboo.

So, I take this holiday and each year, I reach out to my grieving mother friends to let them know I am thinking of them on this Sunday. And then, the following Sunday, I will reach out to my other mother friends who are enjoying the day with their children still here on earth. This year, I reached out to my friend who is experiencing her first Mother’s Day without her son. And I know what that feels like.

My first Mother’s Day without Zane here was surreal. In fact, when I look back, the entire month of May did not exist. I mentally checked out.  That year, I spent all my energy going to battle with the courts to obtain guardianship to have access to Zane’s personal documents to ensure that he would graduate from university as was the plan before he was killed. It was complicated and carried with it its own grief and I was overwhelmed. But I digress.

I remember certain dates in the beginning of our journey, including Bereaved Mother’s Day, which went unnoticed by my family as they dealt with their own grief. So, this day has become my day with Zane. Over the years, I have instilled quiet moments of honor, remembrance and even celebration. Bereaved Mother’s Day has become for me, a day to celebrate being Zane’s mom. All the wonder of his soul coming into my life and all the many beautiful experiences we shared during his short but impactful time. And it is a day that I honor the strength of my fellow mothers who too find a moment to wish that fate was different. And thus, I put a note into a card and dropped it in my friend’s mailbox. Her first Bereaved Mother’s Day. I wish it was not so.

I hate that she now knows about her new and special Sunday.  The one before the popular one that will have her crying in the Hallmark aisle as the colorful cards taunt you a happy day. But it might help her to know this is this day where the whole world recognizes she is remembering her beautiful boy, and the memories he has left her with. And not that any of us need a special day. We live and breathe the life and loss of our children. Bereaved Mother’s Day is really a statement that the world acknowledges the unimaginable levels of anguish experienced by mothers who have loved, lost and continue to be women of strength and hope to their families.  My sweet girlfriend is now one of those.

Honoring Bereaved Mother’s Day

May 5, 2024 /

I had this notion to make Cinco de Mayo a big deal this year. I thought of having multiple dishes with festive décor hung and friends coming over to enjoy all of it with me. I thought it was time to start my own celebrations of fun and frolic. Then grief came and a busy-catch up schedule and the energy to do anything related to a party went out the front door. Suddenly I just wanted to be alone. My sweet daughter, feeling much the same way, spoke to me about why don’t we just have one drink as a small family and spend the night in our own homes.  I agreed.  What I didn’t tell her was that this particular day fell on Bereaved Mother’s Day.

Bereaved Mother’s Day falls on the Sunday before Mother’s Day. It is a day where mothers who have lost a child can gather to share stories and the pain that accompanies such. I just thought I wanted to be distracted from the reminder “we” have a special day that shouts, “you lost a child!”   And yet, the closer this Sunday came, the more I felt like being in a park with a camera talking to Zane than I did hosting another loud party. I am starting to listen to my grief and make space for her to be acknowledged.

We are told, early in our grief, by those we seek counsel from and well-intended friends, that you must have the freedom to say no. We must listen to our pain and not show up if it is too much or change plans if it becomes too much. It is a boundary building skill each grief warrior learns. And yet, as time goes on with grief, others expect more of you. “Get on with it” and thus, just about the time we are learning to feel our mood and act accordingly, we are then told we should be done with that feeling. It is ironic. 

This year, my feelings for what I thought I wanted with a Mexican holiday and what I ended up feeling, I honored. It was a relief. I felt less stress not having to create an event where I needed to be smiling and hospitable. I thought I wanted that.  I thought I was ready.  But this time, and perhaps because it is Bereaved Mother’s Day, I changed my mind.  I changed the plans. My (usually social) family agreed. I am guessing on some level they needed the same and I, the matriarch, let everyone off the hook by choosing what I thought only I needed. The party was cancelled; everyone is feeling a little less pushed. And the pinatas can come out another day.

So, a message to my fellow grieving mothers; take today to pause. Listen to what your grief is asking of you and take today to honor that.  It is the one day set aside for us to do just that, and we should take advantage of it.  I mean, who is going to argue with you telling them I am celebrating me, as a mom, who has lost a child?

Bring your sweet loved one into the day. Speak to them on a quiet walk.  Do an act of kindness on their behalf. Put a picture of them on your social media with a note of gratitude. Yes gratitude. We are the lucky ones who had this amazing soul choose us to be their mother. We cared for them, loved them, raised them, only to have them leave. This is the day to remind yourself how much strength we have within to continue being ourselves here and now, in our many roles, but today, honoring our role as a mother to a child of the other realm. This is a day to celebrate, quietly, like the breeze that whispers to the meadow, I am always with you, my sweet child. And I am grateful that I am always to be your mother.

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