Mother's Day always makes me inhale deeply and tear up. I was raised by an Aunt, my mother's sister because my mother had to be committed into a facility for the mentally ill. I was four. She was released when I was twenty.
Being a mother myself makes me wonder how (and what) she felt as she sat gazing out the window on Mother's Day or if she even realized it was Mother's Day. She stared out the window a lot we were told.
I loved her as she was...when I saw her three times a year...on Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Sometimes she was angry. Sometimes she didn't know me. Sometimes it was downright scary to be around her. I really cannot tell you what I learned from her since our time together was so short, but I do know that I am blessed to have had her in my life.
Women who loose their children suffer much pain and unbearable agony. It is for them and to them that Mother's Day is dedicated.