Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
The Ache of Empty Arms
As I was wrapping up the work week, I took a look at my day book for next week about the time the flower deliveries came for the Mom's in our office. I received a beautiful arrangement from my kiddos. Everyone knows that Thanksgiving and Christmas are a difficult time for a lot of people. Most do not realize that Mother's Day and Father's Day are equally, if not more difficult to some for a plethora of reasons. I have a difficult time not wanting to run to a hidey hole until the flowers have faded and the cards have been emptied from the store shelves. Why? I have a lot of could have, should have, and would have's about a lot of things concerning Mother's Day. I also know several people who struggle with the holiday due to having a special someone, be it a Mother, a child, or a step child who is no longer here to physically wrap your arms around to tell them how much you love them, how much joy they added to your life, and how much you miss them still. My heart breaks for women who suffer a pregnancy that ended too soon without the joy of cuddles and kisses. Life is difficult and whether it's wishing you had more patience when your kids were small, or wishing you had done things differently in another area of your life, we do the best we can in the moment. We all make mistakes that can't be undone. Loss is inevitable and seems so unfair. If you are one of the lucky ones who isn't missing a special someone this holiday, count your blessings. Take the opportunity to give your kids or Moms a hug while you are still able to do so. To those with empty arms, remember the good times and smiles. Although your arms may ache a little deeper, and the sting of your broken heart may be little sharper this weekend because your special someone is not here, remember they are always near. My prayers go to those who celebrate Mother's Day with one less setting at the table, and who know too well the ache of empty arms.