I wrote this blog post a month ago. I’ve sat on it for that long because I wondered whether I just needed to write it as a form of catharsis, and then I could file this draft alongside other such ‘gems’ as ‘My Favourite Knickers’ and ‘7 Things to do With a Potato.’ Ahem. But as Mother’s Day approaches each year, I always find myself drawn to write about Mum and I feel the need to share my thoughts about her. It feels so important to me to keep her memory alive, and I hope you understand. I’ve also published it today so I don’t bum you out on Sunday – I’m thoughtful like that.

 

mothers day without a mother

 

On Mother’s Day of all days, I want my thoughts to be consumed about the woman who brought me into this world, even if she isn’t in it anymore, and although I find myself writing about Mum less now, she consumes my thoughts more as I get older. I know there are many of you reading this who, like me, have lost the greatest love of their lives and to pretend it never happened, or to go about your business like everything’s OK, well, that just wouldn’t be real life would it?

 

I’ve been without Mum for 12 Mother’s Days now. I counted. I tried using my fingers, remembering the date of her death (three days after my son’s first birthday), and worked out when Mother’s Day fell that year. I had to write it down in the end to make sure I got it right. And of course, it makes me sad, but I didn’t cry as I ran out of fingers and resorted to pen and paper. It was all rather perfunctory really. Twelve. Twelve Mother’s Days without Mum.

 

But it’s the other times that get to me. That probably get to you. When I see a certain curl of a woman’s hair that reminds me of how long Mum would spend on her hair every single day. She used a Braun curling brush, the ones where you had to put a blue gas cartridge in the end. Do you remember them? I haven’t thought about those for over 15 years. Or when Eva Cassidy comes on the radio (or Shania Twain – I think they were the only two tapes Mum ever had in her car.) Or when I hear my nieces laugh. Or when my boys look at me in a certain way and I see their Nan in their eyes. Or when I sneeze or laugh. I see and hear her more now she’s not here than when she was. I’m not even sure how that’s possible.

 

Or, more often these days, I see her when I look in the mirror. It seems there’s no escaping the woman! But I wouldn’t want to, it’s comforting, it’s not morbid. It’s like she is still here, and I guess that’s just a sign of how much she was loved, and how much she loved us. That I can still feel her presence so deeply, even when she’s not physically in this world.

 

Twelve years on and my grief can be as violent now as it was back then. I am overtaken by overwhelming feelings of loss, of constant jealousy of friends and strangers who still have their mothers. Of sadness we no longer have her in our lives, but joyfulness we had her at all. Thankfully the negative feelings pass as quickly as they come. When things happen in my life, good or bad, she is still the person I most want to talk to. What would she think? What would she say? Would she think online dating was a good thing? (No, I don’t think she would.) Would she be proud of me and my boys (most definitely.)

 

It would feel disrespectful not to write about Mum on the most motherly of days so I hope you don’t mind. And if you’re at the beginning of your own grieving process, there’s nothing I can say to you that will make it any easier, I know that, or make any difference. But I’m so sorry for the journey you’re about to go on. Time doesn’t heal anything really, but it does help you cope better as you learn to live a completely new life without her, and you will. Eventually. You’ll find yourself able to go about your life again, but you will be fundamentally different. Everything will look and feel different, you will be different, but you will cope. Because you will have to. And if you find yourself not coping, try your best to reach out and tell someone. I struggled with my grief for so many years because I could only deal with one shitty situation at a time, and my relationship at the time was all-consuming. Grief got put on the back burner for seven years, and it was only then that I was able to process it at all. And I then had to re-live it all again – but if you’re struggling, tell someone.

 

My thoughts these days turn towards the time when my children will have to go through all of the above, although hopefully not for a very long time, because I know what they’re going to have to go through. The day will come one day and I can only hope that even though they’ll feel my pain as deeply as I feel it now, they’ll understand it’s for the same reason … it’s because I love them so completely and deeply, and that’s why it hurts so much. And I hope that one day, in the midst of their grief, they’re able to be kind to themselves and be thankful that someone loved them as much as I did. I hope they remember the times I sat on the touchline watching them play sport through chattering, gritted teeth, cheering them on. Or when we splashed about in swimming pools on the few holidays we were able to take together. Or when I read to them in bed as they drifted off to sleep. Or a myriad of other things they’ll remember me for. I hope they don’t judge me too harshly for the mistakes I made though because everything we do as mothers, right or wrong, is only done through love isn’t it?

 

I don’t always cope with Mother’s Day very well, especially now I don’t have both of my children with me, but I try not to mope around the house too much. I like to honour Mum’s memory by being a good person and by looking after myself, so I’ll buy her some flowers, and myself some too. I’ve just found out that my eldest will be with me this Mother’s Day so we’ll eat good food together, catch up on all the gossip, and I’ll create memories that hopefully he’ll remember when he’s in his 40’s. Being single means that often Mother’s Day is a bit of a non-event, so I’m sure it’ll pass without too much of a fuss. I will, no doubt, dream about Mum that night and wake up with that fleetingly bittersweet moment where I remember that although she’s alive in my dreams, she isn’t in reality, and I will remember that grief all over again. But it would be worth it for that momentary belief I still have her.

 

Because even though she’s not here, she is always with me.

 

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  1. Thank you for sharing this, as heartbreaking as it was to read. I dread the day I lose my Mum and given that she lives hundreds of miles away I am so excited that I’m going home to share this weekend with her.
    I hope you have a lovely day with your boys, knowing that you’re Mum would be super proud of you.
    Much love xx
    P.S Thanks for the Braun curler memory! Xx

  2. Thank you for sharing Kate…..and boy do you look like your mum and she would be so proud of you….I never knew my mum as she died when I was 6 weeks old and that is my biggest regret in life…I would hope that she would be proud of how I have turned out and I would have lived her to have met my children and grandchildren …I can only hear how lovely she was through my relations and they tell me how much I am like her….I can see you treasure your memories so please enjoy your Mother’s Day as I will mine and like you I also buy my Mum flowers and put them by her photo and candle….take care xxx

    1. Hi Lesley. I’m so sorry you didn’t get to know your Mum. That must have been so so hard for you. I hope you get some comfort from knowing what type of woman she was through all the stories you hear – that’s what I’m hoping I’m doing by talking about my Mum. But when I do, I just find it all so … sad. But thank you for your kind words x

  3. Yes, you hit the nail on the head with all of this Kate. I too live with a Mum shaped hole, that never diminishes, but it does change shape.

    I miss my mum fiercely some day’s, especially on Monday’s Day.

    I remember the shock of walking down the street and seeing my reflection in a shop window nad the sharp intake of breath when instead of myself I saw my mum!

    I think what makes me really angry is when people just do not appreciate what they have. They complain about their mum not babysitting enough etc etc and I just want to scream at them and say “At least your mum is alive”

    1. That first realisation that we are their mirror image is quite scary isn’t it? Well, scary and weirdly comforting. I’m not sure even I appreciated her as much as I should have when she was alive but I can’t live with regrets x

  4. That’s a beautiful memorial to your mum, and it’s a lovely way to remember her and something nice for your boys to read too in years to come.
    I too have been 17 Mother’s Day this year without a mum, she didn’t die, she just doesn’t care, I’ve done my grieving and I fill my time with the people that do want to be in my life and try hard to be the best mum to my kids so they don’t feel let down and unloved. It sounds like you had a great mum, how lovely, cherish that always and hold that dear this coming weekend. I’ll be thinking of you. Xx

    1. Christ, that makes me so sad Linda that you don’t have a relationship with her. You have such a great attitude though and that’s testament to you. Have a lovely Sunday xx

  5. I too have been pondering whether to blog about not having a Mum on Mother’s Day. I think I will because you’ve written so beautifully about it. Mine was crazy fun and always roaring with laughter. I miss her so very much even when she would make toe curling comments about people as they passed by!

  6. I’m sobbing, but thank you, sometimes I am not able to. Strictly 9 Mother’s day’s for me, but actually she was so poorly she didn’t get to read the card I had bought her 10 years ago. I have kept my mums braun hair styler, had forgotten about it! My biggest sadness is she did not get to meet my son now 10, my biggest delight is that she knew my daughter now 13. We own a pub, and so Sunday will be spent feeding & caring for approx 350 people, current count is 91 mums among them. I have bought and wrapped a small gift for each of those mums.

    Many won’t agree or understand but we then at about 8pm have Dead Club, a candle is lit, curry is ordered, wine is drunk & tears are spilt with anyone I know who has lost someone close to them.

    1. Oh Sarah. Bless your heart. It’s similar for me in that Mum knew Ben for 9 years but Dexter for one and OMG our Mums loved their grandchildren didn’t they? I like to think of her looking down at all the wonderful things they do (perhaps not the not-so-wonderful things haha) and that gives me a little comfort. What a lovely thing to do for your guests! You’ll have to let me know what pub it is and I’ll come down one time! No present needed 🙂 x PS. Dead Club – I totally get it.

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