Mother’s Day Aftermath

I’m drained. This was the longest Mother’s Day of my life.

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It began about one week before International Bereaved Mother’s Day, and finalized with the traditional Mother’s Day. The looming anticipation of such a time takes a lot of energy. My thoughts become preoccupied with memories and that ‘Grief Fog’ hovers relentlessly, making it difficult to focus on any daily demands. The emotions are conflicting; the times of confusion make it difficult to run even in my default mode of auto-pilot. When someone asks me how I’m doing, I either respond with a blank stare or begin rambling because so many thoughts are rapidly shooting across my mind. Without a doubt, it has been stressful and that stress has taken it’s toll upon me physically.

Time to ‘breathe’ again.

For some, this was a day of tremendous pain. Many spent the day in hiding, not able to function. Some, because of other children, had to put on a strained ‘smiley face’. Others were able to embrace the honor bestowed upon them at such a time. Once again, there was no ‘right or wrong’ way to venture through it all. Hopefully, we have all survived it.

Slowly, gradually, I will climb back out of this muck in which I was stuck. I will be grateful that this season has passed…for now. My thoughts will progressively become clearer; they will become more defined and more easily managed. But as after any wound, I need some time to heal. I need to make sure I am eating healthily and attending to those things that got ‘misplaced’ in the midst of the turmoil. I need to purposefully be gentle with myself.

Ecclesiastes 3: (VOICE)

1 Teacher: For everything that happens in life—there is a season, a right time for everything under heaven:

    A time to be born, a time to die;
        a time to plant, a time to collect the harvest;
    A time to kill, a time to heal;
        a time to tear down, a time to build up;
    A time to cry, a time to laugh;
        a time to mourn, a time to dance;
    A time to scatter stones, a time to pile them up;
        a time for a warm embrace, a time for keeping your distance;
    A time to search, a time to give up as lost;
        a time to keep, a time to throw out;
    A time to tear apart, a time to bind together;
        a time to be quiet, a time to speak up;
    A time to love, a time to hate;
        a time to go to war, a time to make peace.

This is my time to recover.

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(((HUGS)))  Jude Gibbs, Author of ‘Gifts from the Ashes’ available at: Xulon PressAmazon, Barnes & Noble and DeeperShopping. Additional international retailers:,jude-gibbs-9781498496728  Also, a Contributor on ‘The Mighty’:

Please help spread the Word. TY! (((HUGS)))


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