Motherless Day, Every Day.
In 1908, Anna Jarvis founded Mother’s Day in honor of her mother who had died three years prior. When I heard this for the first time last year, as someone who has lost her mother, I spit out my morning coffee in joy. “Yes!” I thought. “Dead moms! Mother’s Day is for the unmothered, too!”
On May 10th, 1908, Jarvis held a memorial service for her mother, marking the first official Mother’s Days. She campaigned to make it an official holiday and succeeded in 1914, but in years to follow, became embittered with the Hallmark commercialization of the holiday. “A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world,” she said. “And candy! You take a box to Mother—and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment.”
So, there we have it. Mother’s Day was founded in memorial of a dead mother, and here is why this is so important to me:
This upcoming Mother’s Day will be the eighth year that I’ve had to endure the holiday without my mother. It will happen the day before my 30th birthday and it will happen no matter what. Sometimes I think of all the fucking cool things I would do with my mother if she were still alive. None of it would involve a card or candy. It’s been a lot of years trying to forget, of making plans to distract, of having to hear my friends and relatives gush over their living mothers while I silently want to set a big old fire to their happy existence.
Now, I recognize my pyrotechnic fantasy as just a part of my grief, and the flames have subsided over time for sure, but I will always feel wounded and lonely this time of year. Anyone who has lost a parent will feel very alone and outside of their circles of friends, of course, but motherless daughters are a breed of our own. We are expected to be vulnerable and damaged, and maybe we sometimes feel this way, but strength prevails all. When something really crappy happens in my life, I often think, “I made it through losing my mother, I will make it through this.” This doesn’t mean I am completely healed. I never will be, but as the years go by everyone around me will forget while I will always remember.
So.
Here is something for all of you with living mothers: please don’t forget about us. As our friends, check in with us to see what we need and how we feel. We will not break if you ask us. In fact, most of us will be grateful that you remembered. Just because we aren’t talking about it doesn’t mean we don’t want to. Also, feel us out before you start rattling off your Mother’s Day plans, or at least be sure to ask about our day when you’re done. Of course we, perhaps begrudgingly, want to hear about your awesome day with your cool mom, but please be mindful of how we may be feeling. Don’t walk on eggshells, but also don’t crack the egg over our head.
And maybe, just maybe, knowing how this holiday was founded will help you to be more supportive. And maybe it will help us not want to light that match and instead take a new meaning to this day.