I wish I didn't dread this day every year. It was somewhat better this year. I went for the strategy of avoidance and ignoring, and it actually worked somewhat successfully. I've been able to tune out most of the commercials and signs and ads, but it's still there. I still got asked by a waitress Friday night, "are you a mother?" And when I said no I got the really awkward, "Oh, well, have a happy day anyway."
I'd like to be able to go to church today, but I know that's a trigger for me. I try to just focus on celebrating the moms in my life, but almost every sermon focuses on how blessed it is to be a mother. Which I'm not. And on how life means more when you're a mother. Which I may never know.
I'm trying to take care of myself today. I'd like to be able to go to church, but I'm not. I'm going and doing something fun where I won't run into happy families celebrating together. And we'll see how it goes.
