My First Mother's Day
On the first Mother's Day following the loss of my daughter, Annie, I went to a retreat at the convent. This was a very hard time for me. I had lost my mother when I was 18, but this year I was a mother but had no baby with me.
At Mass that morning Father talked about the bond between a mother and her child - how it is similar to the bond between Creator and creation.
I cried through the entire Mass.
After Mass, one of my dearest friends, Sister Angelina, brought me to the front parlor, she reached behind the door and pulled out 2 long stem roses, one with a pink bow and one with a red bow. She said, "I think ALL mother's deserve roses on Mother's Day!"
She explained that the pink bow represented Annie and the red, my mother. What a beautiful gift! The roses were beautiful but the acknowledgement is the gift that I will treasure forever.
A wonderful gift from a woman whom will never have biological children of her own, who knew the love and pain in my heart. Some mothers are biological, others are Spiritual Mothers. I have truly been blessed by great friends!
