For those very special Moms . . . . .
. . . . . . . . the Moms who have, for so many painful, awful, terrible, inexplicable reasons, outlived their child.
The mothers of Newtown.
The mothers of sons and daughters who went willingly to serve their country's call.
The mothers of cops and firefighters who met with a bad guy, or a stubborn fire, bent on destruction.
But no less to the mothers who have lost their children to drugs, to crime, to stray bullets while sitting on the stoop.
The mothers who have lost children to childhood diseases.
To mothers who, wherever they might live, have lost children to starvation, civil war, dictatorial power struggles. the vagaries of a left over land mine.
To the mothers who lose a child to drunk driving.
To all mothers who, so unnaturally, have outlived a child.
This is to take nothing from the millions upon millions of moms who celebrate this day in the glow of the love of their children.
But today I think of the other moms. The Moms who continue on, in whatever way they're able, after the loss of a child.
"Happy Mother's Day" just seems so misplaced for those mothers, those for whom we can't even imagine the emotions they might feel today. I don't even know what the right sentiment is.
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