Mother’s Day is hard for me

Because I had a mother figure for a few years but I basically raised myself. So this day is a reminder of what I had and what I lost. What I might have had, what I might have one day and what I will never have...

I make no secret that my mom committed suicide when I was 4.

So this day just makes me sad, but not just for me.

I’m sad for lots of people.

To the girls that didn’t have a positive mother figure.

To those that lost their mothers far too soon. To those that wanted to become mothers but can’t.

To those still fighting to become a mother.

To those that had mothers who were inherently toxic.

To those that had to mother themselves.

To those that waited a lifetime to become a mother.

To those that are aunts and friends who assist in mothering.

To those that just didn’t want children but mother their friends, or help others.

To those that just wanted solace in their adulthood’s after their toxic childhoods.

To those that are mentors,

To those that are leaders,

And to those that just strong enough to make it through the day.

To those that mother and nurture their dreams.

To those that mother and nurture their fur babies.

To those that mother and nurture their friends.

Happy Mother’s Day!

I love you.

This day is for all of us.