Yesterday was Mother’s Day (or Mothering Sunday as they call it) in the UK. I’m always caught by this, and sure enough, late last night as I was going to bed I decided to check Fb, and was surprised once again that the first five or six updates on my feed were entries about Mother’s Day. I met almost all (bar one or two) of my UK Fb friends through pregnancy loss. So they were (mostly – not all) more sensitive about Mother’s Day, and had put up statuses expressing their love for those who might find Mother’s Day hard, or for those children who had lost their mothers, or mothers who had lost children. Still, I cringed ouch at these, because they were unexpected, and reminded me once again that I was left out, and that I’ll go through this all over again in May, when other parts of the world celebrate Mother’s Day.
But then I thought of the others who might be reading these posts – the women who live in the UK, who had to put up with two weeks of unavoidable over-the-top advertising, and had to live through this day. They were the ones who needed the love and hugs that were offered by (most) of my lovely, sensitive friends, to let them know they were not alone. And I was thankful to be reminded that wherever we are, we are not alone.