The Mother’s Day grief hangover

Every year I forget about the Mother’s Day grief hangover.

Five years now, and I’m still surprised by it.

I love planning Mother’s Day because I’m constitutionally well suited to having two small slaves at my beck and call. But then, out of nowhere, the grief sideswipes me and knocks me off my perch.

And I’m back in this familiar territory – tired, sad, disinterested in anything.

The only way out? A whole lot of acceptance, a large dose of kindness, and focusing on the tiny glimmers in my beautiful ordinary life….

For any others finding the Mother’s Day hangover hard, I see you. We’re all in this together… ❤️