Who would have thought that an email offering you a special sale could make you sad? Mother’s Day emails do this to me.
It doesn’t take much to remind me of my reality. Since I was ten I didn’t have a biological mom to buy Mother’s Day presents for, but I was lucky enough to have my grandmother. This year I won’t have anyone who I can physically give a $5 Walgreens card to and I have to say it’s hard.
If there’s a single theme that you’ll find throughout Too Damn Young is that there’s no one way to deal with anything.
I don’t have anyone to hand a card to, so I buy them, seal the envelope, and tape them to the tombstone every Mother’s Day. The people in charge of upkeep at the cemetery probably take them down the next day and chances are my cheesy card ends up in the garbage. But, here’s my secret — every year I write the card because it’s how I make it through the day. I turn a really sad day into a time when I can update my mom (and now grandma) on what’s happened in the last few months.
I’ll tell her what I loved about the year, what I hated, how I wish I could have told her something, or how there’s something I probably wouldn’t have wanted to tell her, but she still would have found out.
To all of those who are spending Mother’s Day remembering someone who used to hold you close, know that I’ve Been There.
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