Spending Mother’s Day with Ghosts: Mother’s Day Grief

According to tradition, I will spend this Mother’s Day torn between life and death.

In one hand I will feel the tangible grasp of my daughter’s soft hand; in one-half of my mind I will be smiling; and in one-half of my heart I will feel the warmth of my family’s love and appreciation. In my other hand, I will feel a pull towards the world of remembrance; one-half of my mind will be consumed with the past; and the other half of my heart will be filled with ache, longing and appreciation for the mothers I have lost.

When I envision my Mother’s Day brunch, I see my mother and grandmothers are all there. They’re sitting in chairs that others believe are empty, chatting in voices too quiet for anyone else to hear.

My grandmother Eleanor is there, although I have to imagine what she would look like because she died before I was born. Her kindness and grace, however, have been made vivid through my mother’s memories and her values are the roots upon which my family has grown.

My grandmother Flo has come and she is as self-assured and confident as ever. I wish I had learned more from her guts and gumption when I had the chance, sadly she died before I understood why these things might be useful.

And then there is Mom, who never wanted to make a fuss about Mother’s day to begin with. I never bothered to wonder why, even though she deserved so many thanks. Perhaps a quiet dinner at the Olive Garden with family truly was exactly what she wanted. Or perhaps she, in the grand tradition of motherless mothers, felt the same ambivalence towards the day that I do now.

This is not the first Mother’s Day I will spend in the in-between and I assure you I’m not alone. I’m beginning to realize gratitude mixed with heartache is the Mother’s Day formula for mothers grieving for a loved one. What I’m still wondering is if these people, like me, feel trailed by a group of affectionate but deceased loved ones. These women all remain with me wherever I go. They are a chorus, blending their harmonies into the soundtrack of my life. They are confidants, advisors, and role models only I can see. You might think this sounds crazy, but grief makes us all a little crazy.

A mother is irreplaceable, and so is the relationship between mother and child. Mother’s Day can be painful because it honors an inimitable relationship and keeps those who’ve lost a mother or a child partially focused on someone who lives only in the past. As it turns out, death doesn’t necessitate the need to let go, rather the need to learn how to love both those who are physical here and those who are not.

If you’re struggling with Mother’s Day grief, you’re not alone. Take all the time you need to honor and remember the motherly women who you love and miss.  Then bring yourself into the present, look around, and celebrate all the nurturing, wise, funny, and awesome women who remain by your side.

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May 12, 2017

8 responses on "Spending Mother's Day with Ghosts: Mother's Day Grief"

  1. Wonderful post, thank you! I have been feeling the ghosts of my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother quite a lot this week. They visited me in my dreams and they are present in my daily life as well. I appreciated what you said about a mother who is good and has a little bad – that is a perfect characterization of my mom. She was fantastic, one-of-a-kind, thoughtful, loving, and also somewhat challenging all at the same time. And I miss her so much, every day and especially Mother’s Day.

  2. Your piece really touched me. I had a wonderful kind loving supportive Mother and I’m sorry for those who did not. I never knew my grandmothers, but I can just picture them as you said sitting there at a brunch and me looking back in time with gratitude for helping to nurture to the wonderful parents I was fortunate enough to have in my life.

  3. Thank you so much for this…Some of my family members are a little worried about me because I haven’t made closure, because I hold on to memories tightly, because I keep my loved ones present. I get that they are gone, physically gone, but I don’t accept that the relationships are dead. I’ve already just completed a Mother’s Day art project and have additional plans for honoring my mom. This will be my second Mother’s Day since she died. It will be the first Father’s Day soon without my dad. It helps me so much to commune with people who don’t think that I’m not doing well just because I do things that help me continue to have my love ones present in my life. I have no desire for “closure.” I don’t want to “move on.” My life is going on with a present, which as you noted is sometimes illusive in the balance, but there is balance as hard as it is to sometimes come by. I appreciate so much your giving voice to my thoughts and feelings as Mother’s Day approaches settled in between my darling daughter and my irreplaceable mother.

  4. Yes, I’d like to echo what D. Johnson said.

    I grew up in a toxic and dysfunctional family, and thanks to my mother, I lived most of my life with PTSD. I finally got some relief from the constant anxiety when she died last year.

    This mother’s day I’ll be grieving, but it will be for what could and should have been.

  5. I take exception to something you wrote: “A mother- good, bad or indifferent- is irreplaceable…” Well, gosh, I sure hope not!

    I would certainly hope that mothers who are bad or indifferent ARE replaceable, both for my sake and my son’s! I am truly sick of society making a big deal out of what may simply be a sex act, conception and then a distaste for abortion. I wanted, desperately, to place my son in a loving home, to fling him as far away from my own abusive circumstances as I possibly could. It is unrealistic, perhaps antiquated, perhaps very modern, ways of framing Motherhood as this Sacred position that create harm for so many. The constant seeking of approval, the over reliance on Mother’s opinion, the wasting of time on a relationship that is toxic, and even the way courts return a child to a harmful environment over and over and over… until there’s a death– these things need to stop. Birthmothers deserve a nod for their contribution and even that seems unwarranted when drugs, smoking, and alcohol use are continued. But can we please stop automatically putting women who reproduce on a pedestal?

    • Hmmm…D I see your point. In this sense I was more referring to whoever you identify as a mother, if there is anyone at all. I realize that many people might have had a contentious relationship with their mother or one that was up and down and might not have a more positive mother-figure who stepped in. Regardless of who that person you think of as mother is…they are often the person you think of on Mother’s Day even if it’s to mourn the fact that your mother wasn’t that great to begin with. I realize this sentiment may not capture everyone’s experience so I guess another way to say it would be that a mother is “often” irreplaceable.

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