A Motherless Mother's Day
In 2003, my maternal grandmother died suddenly. She was 89 years old. After her passing, my mother wanted nothing to do with Mother's Day. She didn't care about that day because, as she said, "Ya yo no tengo madre" I didn't understand her then and was even insulted that she no longer chose to celebrate that day, although she did return to allowing herself to celebrate it years before she passed. Through my own selfishness and lack of understanding, I failed to realize that my mother was grieving, especially on Mother's Day. Fast forward to now, Mother's Day 2019. I am in the same state of mind. Like mother, like daughter. Granted I know I have 4 children that love me and hopefully celebrate me but I'm their mother. They don't see another woman above me. I'm it for them. The woman that came before me, my IT, was my mother. So when I think about this day of celebration for mothers, I can't help but to feel pained. And angry. And env...