Mother's Day is almost here. But not everyone will be happy.
She went on to write an absolutely lovely post about the roles importance of looking beyond DNA to focus on all the women who've "held you, helped you, comforted you, corrected you, guided you, nurtured you, challenged you, believed in you, stood by you, encouraged you, laughed with you, and taught you that truth and faith and kindness count most of all."
It was a beautiful sentiment. But it left me thinking, "Crap. Am I about to have another event to add to my holiday shit list?"
In the following days, one of my dearest friends wrote a poignant message sending peace to all for whom it felt like an emotionally heavy holiday. And I discovered one of my favorite writers, Anne Lamott, hates Mother's Day.
Meanwhile, two of my very best friends and several of my favorite people were celebrating their first Mother's Day as mothers. What a joy for them! Though I never imagined I'd not have children, the path I'm on makes it seem more and more likely...but for me that's not a punishment, it's a tradeoff for the incredible grown-up adventures that come when one is child-free.
I have an aunt and an uncle who never had children...as a kid, I always thought that was so strange because it meant I didn't have any cousins on that side of the family. It has only been in recent years that I've begun to realize there are many different factors that play into not having children. We don't always get everything we want in life, and we all make choices and tradeoffs.
Anyway, the irony of it all hit me as I tackled what was my project for the weekend, putting the finishing decorating touches on my apartment, including this photo collage in my bathroom:
As I hung the photos, I considered the charming "handprint art" with which many of my friends were marking Mother's Day. But instead of handprints...I found myself with a pretty awesome collection of footprints. And that's not such a bad thing!
May we all be at peace with the path we are on, wherever it is taking us.