This will be the eighth Mother’s Day since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven.
Every year has been different because families continue to grow and change and the world turns and life marches on.
Every year presents unique challenges and particular paths that must be navigated anew. It’s always an emotional roller coaster.

Two years ago our family welcomed a first grandchild. His frightening entrance into the world made his life all the more precious and Mother’s Day gave us a chance to celebrate him, his mama and the fact that his story has a happy ending.

This year I’ll be a motherless child when the sun rises tomorrow. For the second time in my life, I won’t be able to see or telephone my own mother. Another light and life lost from sight.
Dominic and Mama in Heaven together.

Every year my living children work hard to celebrate me even when they are unable to make it home.
I always feel loved.

So what’s a mama to do when her heart is torn between the very great and beautiful blessings of her living children and grandchildren and the very great and devastating sorrow of missing her child in Heaven?
Since discovering there is an International Bereaved Mother’s Day my heart has taken advantage of having a day to think about and honor Dominic and then another day to think about and honor my living children.
I also rise early enough on Mother’s Day to have time alone with my thoughts and feelings.
I walk my heart through the upcoming hours and “pre-grieve” moments where I’ll be looking for Dom among the faces at the table or around the room. I remember the gift of his life and place it in context of the gift of each of my children.
I thank God for my family.

And then I get up, get dressed and open my heart to the love I have in front of me.
I never, ever want my living children to think that their brother’s ABSENCE is more important or more precious to me than their PRESENCE.
My mama’s heart has room for all of them as it always has.
And as it always will.

I lost my daughter Carissa last Sept. I’ve been doing pretty good then a wave hits me and then if I fall apart. Don’t know how people make it without God in their life he’s helped me have the strength. Carissa struggled for years with drugs addiction. We didn’t see her that often and I don’t know if that helps me but I don’t I don’t know how to feel. I go by the cemetery couple times a week don’t know why. I went out with the other kids last night her Mother’s Day it was nice. I’m still struggling. I have some really nice ladies from church that’s helping me through this that’s helped a lot. But I still feel like she’s over at her house and it’s not real. Thank you for your words sharing how to get through this. God bless you
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I Love that last paragraph of your post it’s so true ! My mom passed away 30 yrs ago this May 12th she was 50yr old and I was 29yr. I had such a hard time those first 10 years I just couldn’t stop thinking about my mom being gone ! I couldn’t take watching all the Mother Daughter things even though I was a mother 😩It’s still hard for me to let my kids celebrate me when I miss my own mother.Its not my favorite holiday and I have to think of my mom and son Justin together like you think of your momma and Dominic together. It does help alittle but it’s a hard day for me ♥️
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Praying you have a gentle Mother’s Day this year. ❤
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