13/05/2023
Tomorrow is the fifth Mother’s Day since Jordan Mooney has been gone.
It’s also the first one I’m not facing with dread.
Year one, was still in shock. Didn’t know what would happen, think I spent most the day zombie like and cried the whole evening.
Year two, was by far my worst. Let’s just not speak of it.
Year three, I was so fearful of repeating the second I pretended the day didn’t exist and disappeared. Mother’s Day whose that? Don’t know her.
Year four, I wasn’t ok, knew I wasn’t ok. Was in the middle of getting help. (Side note: Therapy is amazing.) While I didn’t completely ignore the day this time I also did not want to make a big deal about it and trigger myself. I silenced social and we went camping.
This year, well it hasn’t happened yet, but I can say I’m not walking into it with the same feeling as the years before.
I do not feel I need to ignore the day.
I am hopeful the day will bring sweet memories and only trigger happiness.
I know tears may fall but I won’t spend the whole day or evening crying.
Why do I share this?
Because I know many other mommas in this horrible club along with me and I want them to know not every year will be hard.
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Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothers tomorrow. But special love sent to all of those whom tomorrow is a complicated day.
(Photo is the last Mother’s Day card Jordan made me the year before she passed.)