Most women don’t look like the mums sitting on the front of Mother’s Day cards. Today, Mamamia celebrates all kinds of mums. For more stories about the reality of motherhood, check out Mamamia’s Mother’s Day hub page.
I became a motherless daughter at 23.
My life changed forever in January 2012 when my mum died. She was 56. I’d been her main carer for the two years she battled cancer then all of a sudden my life was quiet, although my mind was far from peaceful.
My mum was gone and I was no longer the daughter of a living mother. The planning of the funeral filled this void for a few days, but then that was it. I was left to process the last two years of a complete role reversal and a future without ever having the support from my mum.
I wish Mum had spoken to me about dying but she never even mentioned it. I wish I had been more switched on about the inevitable and what was to come in a life without her or thought to ask her all sorts of questions when I had the chance. Will I get swollen legs when I am pregnant like she did with me and if so, what do I do about it? What to do when my baby won’t sleep at night? What happens if my stupid milk ducts don’t work?
After she died my mind would race with those unanswered questions and it still does now when I think of all the milestones she has already missed and will miss in the future. I was doing my teaching degree when she was ill, she was too sick to come to my graduation.
Mum died before my first day of teaching and I desperately wanted to tell her all about it. She never got to meet my wonderful partner and she wont be there when I get engaged, or married, when I buy a house, or have a baby. The list just goes on and on.