Tomorrow is Mother's Day, admittedly one of my least favorite holidays.
I'm not close with my mom and Kevin's mom is super way not the same mom that I met almost thirty years ago. This whole palliative care thing has changed the relationship to a caregiver instead of parental one.
My mom did the best that she could but woo boy, the mistakes that were made were huge ones. The older I get and experience with kids and grandkids, the more I see it. Aging in this instance is not helpful. "What the eff were you thinking?" is what mostly occurs to me.
I'm not motherless, but it kinda feels like it.
I'm usually okay with the not having kids thing. However, I've noticed that it has bothered me more as I've aged. We are not going to have kids and grandchildren to care for us when we are old. It's going to be just Kev and I. Sure there are a dozen nephews and nieces but we know that that is not at all the same.
In the weirder moments, I wonder about past relationships, all of which now have children, and wonder what that life would have been like. I've miscarried three times in my
life. Twice was a blessing because carrying Satan's babies was not
something that should ever happen. I shudder to think that I would have
a 28 and 29 year old right now and would be forever tethered to him.
But then I comment "Our luck we would have gotten sacked with a kid LIKE THAT." while watching Young Sheldon and I realize that perhaps it's for the best.
Then there are the folks who try to make it better. Bless their hearts. (shaking my head) "You have a fur baby! Look at all the kids you helped raise during your career. You're a godmother." These are all things that I've heard.
These are all things that make me want to punch you in the throat. These are the things that makes Kevin verbally dive in front of to deflect whenever he can. I understand that people are trying to be kind but just don't. It's not the same and no perspective is going to make it the same.
Days like this are like not being invited to a classmates birthday party when you're in elementary school. You don't know why, you're feeling left out, and you can't understand the experiences that everyone who attended had. Their stories aren't relevant to you. It's an inside joke, you had to be there kind of thing.
My advice is to say nothing. Treat it like another day. Know that people like me are gutting days like this out.
So, tomorrow I get to sleep in and Kevin will bring me coffee. We'll spend some time next door but that's not different than any other day. We'll visit my mom while my siblings are there and hope it won't be awkward (it so will be, but we hope) Kevin will offer to take me to dinner or buy me stuff or both. He will markedly not comment if I choose to watch Grey's Anatomy all.damn.day.
And he will probably post something horribly awkward, funny and inappropriate on social media. My favorite was"Happy You're Not A Mom Day!" one year. Leave it to us to make it uncomfortable.