Health And Wellness Center: The true meaning of Mother's Day

I was never clear sense of Mother's Day. The memories I have of that celebration during my childhood and adolescence are traffic, crowds and family stress. Sometimes people who had neither family was. In addition, once we grew up and stopped doing flash cards with crayons and soup pasta necklaces, we never knew what to get and ended by not giving them anything. Not that it affected him, but it was all weird.

The date became especially uncomfortable the first on May 10 that my mother was no longer with us. Six months ago she had died unexpectedly, and while everyone was out there celebrating their moms, my dad, my brothers and I were together a "normal" day; somewhat bitter, though perhaps more familiar and intimate than many others, simple and relaxed because we did not have to meet any social protocol. We were gathered for we could not pass it to anyone else, and although it was sad, was one of the myriad factors that kept us together once missed the linchpin of family gear.

Almost 10 years later I became a mother and really enjoyed my first celebration. Early on I received flowers, congratulations and reminders of how special my life had become. I called and congratulated people on my birthday and remember me. I remember thinking that from that moment would enjoy an extra date for holding me. However, the following year everything returned to normal, and again on May 10 returned to be a reminder that I had no one to celebrate.

Obviously, not having mom who celebrate on this day is the least affect me being motherless. When his death was something very new and exciting was something I immediately felt the impulse to tell only remember a few seconds after he could no longer hear me. Letters I wrote in my journal. I dreamed a lot. I cried a little. No not feel sadness, but because she always told me not to cry for anything, "to keep my tears for the day she died"; but when that happened, I had no experience in tears.

Then I got used to his absence. I grew up to be who I wanted to be, without tying their expectations or to please his watchful eye. I was glad that my idea of it was like to have a dear friend who went away, and not a figure that must cater life. I liked to imagine he'd be very proud of the woman I had become.

It was when my children were born I returned to regret, and even more than before, she was gone. It was not fair that he could not see their faces, I no longer had to tell my motherly who ask discoveries or things you would only ask moms; I would have been prematurely without emotional compass that represents a mother.

Today nearly 17 years who left and now Alicia is not only the absent mother does. It is also the grandmother who makes a lot is "in heaven" (and put it in quotes not because I doubt she's in a good place, but because it was the only polite way to explain to my children even though I'm not religious ). It's auntie of my children only they know from what we have or what they see in the pictures. It is the legend of a beautiful woman who was the best she had not her beauty, but a great strength not to surrender to the tremendous blows of life; Mom myth that once the mother of my sons.

And although motherhood has been what has most removed the sadness of his absence, it is also the experience that has brought me closer to her. Since it is not, Mother's Day has been a recurring to remember and appreciate as never before what it represents for me a pretext. To acknowledge that even though it is not, his memory and his teachings with me every day; his essence lives in me, in my home and my children. I am what I am because of it.