7 years. 380 weeks. 2,660 days. This year will mark my eighth Mother’s Day without my mum, Joanne. It’s been a long time since I’ve sat and reflected on my thoughts around this time of the year, or even about my mum in particular. Each day has a cloud overhead, and each happy moment is never truly the same again, but her death doesn’t suffocate me anymore. I sit with my grief, I’ve accepted it as being a part of me, and I’m continuing to build a life around the hole inside me.
But this year feels different. Because this year I’ll become a mum for the first time. And I’ve never felt so close and yet so far away from her. I’ll be honest, I’d been dreading this since the day my mum died. How do I become a mum without my own mum here? But throw an unexpected pregnancy in the mix, and I’ve had no choice but to face her absence head on.
So, this year Mother’s Day will come with a whole new host of feelings and emotions. But that’s the same as every year, right? Because as each year passes there are new milestones and life events that you wish you could share. You get older, your families change or grow, you move cities - or even countries - and before you know it, the life you live now can feel unrecognisable to the ‘before’.