I’ve had 25 Mother’s Days without my mother and I think it’s getting harder for me instead of easier.

That doesn’t seem right, does it?

Time is supposed to heal all wounds, right? But the band-aid gets ripped off, again and again, every May.

I think the feelings I experience have changed though. Instead of sadness or longing, which I do still have to some extent, I think the main feeling I have is anger.

Anger at all of the sales emails and everywhere else I look that boldly exclaim, “Everybody’s got a Mother! Go buy stuff for her!”

Mother’s Day has escalated from kids making a homemade card with breakfast in bed to a $23 billion sales juggernaut.

Well, greedy retail person, we don’t ALL have a mother.

I realize I wasn’t born in a Petrie dish or some Frankenstein scenario, but my mother is dead and she really doesn’t need another bottle of Chanel No. 5.

I’m angry because other people don’t stop to realize that we don’t all have mothers that are alive. Some of us don’t have good relationships with our living mothers. Some of us never knew our mothers.

And don’t tell me to have kids of my own because that’s not happening.

For the women that have struggled to have children or have had children that died, I can only imagine how difficult Mother’s Day is for them.

Mother’s Day is NOT for everyone.

Good for you if it is applicable, but I would love more acknowledgment out in the world that it isn’t for everyone.

And the fact that I have to write that, amazes me. This is not an indefinite loop that we’re on. We will all be motherless at some point or we will be dead ourselves.

I’m not trying to be morbid, but it’s just a fact and the idea that we don’t recognize it or talk about it more is the biggest example of denial in recorded history, I think.

I don’t want to spoil the holiday or be politically correct about it, I would just love to see some empathy, some inclusion for the rest of us that may not be in a pink buying frenzy every second Sunday in May.

For what’s it’s worth, I see you. I recognize that the day isn’t festive for all of us.

I wish I had something more comforting to say about it.