I made a bonehead move last year on Mother’s Day weekend.
Because I was still reeling from the recent death of The Bevinator – I figured it would be in my prudent best interest to escape for a weekend getaway. Dealing with my first Mother’s Day without Mom and all the emotions would not do me (or anyone else anywhere near me) a bit of good.
So I called up my dear friend Jill (who is a mom herself of two blondiful daughters) and told her I needed respite. We spent the weekend shopping, eating and pedicuring our way through St. Louis. For her, it was likely the quintessential Mom-centric weekend. For me, it was escaping the inevitable – the grieving process.
Fast forward to 2016. Mother’s Day propaganda is everywhere. Even though I wasn’t exactly cogniscent of it – it caused me to shut down hard. Cue the random crying jags, the lethargy and an ever-present stomach ache.
Last week I ceased to live and started just existing – and I could not figure out why. Turns out I miss Mom – something fierce.
Grief remains this odd entity I can’t understand. (I would use the expression “grief is a cruel mistress” – but I’ve never had a cruel mistress so I can’t make that correlation.) As soon as I started to miss Mom and accept it, she was everywhere. When I was in my 30’s, I once dedicated a song to her. It was – inappropriately enough — “She Drives Me Crazy” by Fine Young Cannibals. I heard that song twice last week … both times being gobsmacked. And for whatever reason, I smelled freshly-brewed coffee every where I went this week. Mom was a big proponent of her morning cup of Joe – so that smell would often permeate the house.
Eventually I got out of my rut and decided to stop moping. I probably should have gone though this whole neurotic process a year ago, but I wasn’t ready. And I’m sure that twelve months ago, I wouldn’t have been strong enough to notice all the signs that she’s still around me 24/7.
Time for a good cry and get this day started, kids. Brunch, planting flowers and cleaning the house. It’s like The Bevinator is still around … and then some. It remains a Bevinator 2.0 Weekend.