March 28, 2024

When Mother’s Day isn’t a Happy Day

Mother’s Day can be hard on people for a myriad of different reasons. Some people have lost their mother, others are dreaming of the day they get to become a mother, some never knew their mother, some mothers have lost their children, and some have strained relationships with their mothers. Everyone who experiences a challenging moment on this day has their own story or reason why this day brings them pain.

Unfortunately, I am one of those people and today I am finally ready to share a little bit about my story. Well… honestly I don’t feel ready at all. But when it comes to my writing, that’s how I know it’s time to send it out to the world. When what I’m sharing scares me a little… or a lot.

This is the first Mother’s Day since my miscarriage last September, and I wish I was writing about my feelings on that and only that.

No, today I write to you as a woman with a strained relationship with my own mother.

As of writing this post, in this moment, I am not on speaking terms with my mother.

I’m not sure that’s a detail that needs to be included in this piece, but it felt relevant and I’m trying to stop editing out my true feelings about things and pretending they don’t exist.

It’s always been a challenge to try to talk to people about the relationship I have with my mom. Most of the time they don’t believe me. I’ve grown used to being told “but she’s your mother, don’t talk/think/feel that way” when I speak the truth about the ways she makes me feel or the events that happen. As if my thoughts and feelings are completely inappropriate.

To put it bluntly, I’m running out of fucks to give about all that. My feelings are valid and deserve to be true and real, no matter how raw they come across. I deserve to process ALL my feelings, not just the ones I know people will have an easier time understanding.

Because having a relationship with the type of mother I have has never been easy for anyone in my life to understand. Especially me.

So for Mother’s Day, I thought I would finally share a big part of my life that I hide from most people because they just don’t understand. One of the biggest parts of my life that requires more vulnerability and realness from me than I am comfortable providing.

But sharing this part of my story makes me feel small. It makes me feel vulnerable in a way that talking about depression, anxiety, my miscarriage, being psychic, or any other darkness I face just doesn’t make me feel. I still can’t quite vocalize why, either. My hunch is because I’m still in the midst of healing and, for me, I prefer to publicize my pains once I feel that I’m able to talk without being emotionally attached. I am not in that place with this topic. Every word I write is emotionally charged, full of pain and rage and sadness that I would rather keep hidden.

It’s always been easier to hide this part of myself.

I despise Mother’s Day. It feels like it’s always been this way for me, even though I know it hasn’t. Mother’s Day has been hard for me, even before I could blame it on capitalism or Hallmark Holidays forcing people to buy gifts during months that lack gift-giving holidays. Which is still a real opinion I have, but one that I realize was rooted in something much more real.

Mother’s Day hurts me. Deeply.

The pain I feel on Mother’s Day used to be easier to ignore before social media came around. Social media has opened a window into the relationships of others that brought out a lot of my own insecurities in my relationship with my mom. Reading the beautiful words that others would write about their mothers on this day really made me stop and think. Do people actually feel this way about their moms? Was I wrong for not feeling this way about my own mom? Why couldn’t I force myself to feel this way for someone who gave me life and nurtured me in my childhood?

I’ve felt stunted from a deep, meaningful relationship with my mom for many years now. But social media brought those emotions to the forefront and brought a painful awareness.

Now, I don’t romanticize any aspect of social media and I know that people post their “highlight reels”, so to speak. So I’m not assuming no one has problems with their moms. However, the thing that made me realize the disparity between me and other people the most was when it came time for me to write my own cute caption for my mom on Mother’s Day. I just couldn’t write it. I haven’t been able to write anything meaningful about her for many years now.

One thing about my gift of the written word is that I, unfortunately, cannot write lies. It’s awful. Do you know how hard it was to b.s. a report for a book I never read? All my writing has flowed perfectly and beautifully when I write from my heart, with truth and integrity. The grades I received in school were pretty clear indicators of that. I have access to all my thoughts, emotions, and words when I write the truth. I hit walls when it’s a lie.

I tend to think my experiences with my mother would be easier for people to understand if I gave them a label. A way to understand what I’ve experienced if they could just look it up in a dictionary and completely understand (which unfortunately, doesn’t work.)

So far, the labels that seem to describe my experiences include varieties of abuse, mine being heavily in the emotional category. She’s also unaware that she has a substance use disorder and has not sought help or support for the many ways it has taken her life from her.

I’ve never been able to understand what I did. It’s never added up until I realized the problem was never hidden inside me. Which, honestly, took a lot of time to realize.

I don’t blame my mom for our rough relationship, though. I’m able to objectively look at her and our relationship and know that there are certain things she simply doesn’t understand. I’m her first child and like any firstborn, we are the ones that help develop the type of mother our moms become. We are the “test run” so to speak on everything she learns about motherhood. I don’t expect her or any mom to be perfect, not by a long shot.

However, I am at a point in my life where I can no longer stay silent and pretend that everytime Mother’s Day rolls around I am not reminded of the deep, indescribable hurt that I feel over the lack of a mother’s unconditional love.

It’s been a long road to get to where I can talk about this.

I’ve grown to accept all my perceived imperfections. All the things I thought were why she hated me. My inability to hold my tongue, the way I correct people’s grammar sometimes, how I talk about something I learned and want to share my knowledge with other people, my inability to care what people think. All these things, and the things I can’t yet write about, have always been worth loving.

So on this Mother’s Day, if you are someone who has a rough relationship with your mom, know that you are not alone. There are many of us out there that have lacked the picture perfect relationships we see being boasted about all around us. It’s okay that you don’t have a perfect relationship, and it’s okay to feel like you’re the only one struggling along on this day. You’re not.

I spent many years struggling through this holiday, drinking away the pain that I felt, suppressing my emotions, and letting the shame I felt eat me alive. The one thing I’ve learned is that, eventually, it does get easier to accept the imperfections and recognize that no matter how deeply your mother (or anyone for that matter) has hurt you, they are still human. They are a person who makes mistakes and screws things up sometimes too. They are more than likely suffering from the same things, repeating a cycle they don’t know how to break. These explanations do not excuse the feelings you are left with as a result. But for me, knowing that my mom has her own set of issues that have merely been projected onto me has helped ease the pain of it all.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the people who struggle through this holiday like I do. I pray you receive the strength to listen to that inner voice and do whatever it is that makes you feel better about this day. Maybe it’s a bubble bath, a hike, a batch of cookies, or writing about your struggles to connect with other people who feel the same way. Whatever it is, know that it’s okay to not be okay and the more that you explore your feelings, the more power you are ultimately tapping into to overcome this obstacle.

4 thoughts on “When Mother’s Day isn’t a Happy Day

  1. Society builds up mothers to be these special beings who deserve adulation, but the fact is they’re just people, ordinary people who happened to have a child. That doesn’t mean they’re incapable of living their child, but it does mean they come with any number of fairly typical human conditions. For children, I know it’s painful, but I also have hope they will become some of the most spectacular parents because they understand the child and how to sincerely love. I know you’ll be a fantastic mom one day.

    Even though you lost your child, “mother” is still stamped on your heart. Happy Mother’s Day.

    1. That means so so much to me, more than I can say. Thank you so much. 🖤 I know for a fact having the type of mother I’ve had has given me an understanding and empathy that I will carry into my own motherhood one day soon. Thank you so much for your kind words!

  2. Bubbie,

    You are special and you are loved. I wish your heart wouldn’t have been broken at such a tender age but remember your spirit is still intact.

    I will always love you.

    XOXOXO Nannie

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