They say ‘tomorrow is another day.’
But sometimes the crap feelings of the previous day seep into the next morning, and you are left feeling like the bad vibes just won’t leave you alone.
I was feeling pretty average this morning. After I swore I wouldn’t do anything to celebrate Mother’s Day for myself EVER AGAIN, my Mother’s Day presents told me that maybe, I was doing just fine.
Sometimes, these ‘celebrated’ days are just too hard to handle. Polished and carefully selected social media photos make you feel awfully incompetent with any, sometimes ALL parts of your life, as you witness your immaculate family and friends, their children and Mothers and themselves, looking all smiley and happy and a picture of perfect family bliss.
They don’t show the tears. The fights that stopped just before the snap of the camera. The relentless arguing and disappointments that can precede the happy snaps.
Pretty snaps that, let’s face it, present a very brief moment in time. Often not at all a proper representation of life.
And yet, we still beat ourselves up over not looking as perfect as ‘others.’
Which is why, we must not worry about others and their social feeds. We find our own, real reasons to be grateful anyway.
We look for the simple things.
The fact that mornings sometimes don’t start off too well, but we can still make something of the day, and turn it around.
The fact that we have family, and love, and also, great food.
Some people don’t even have that.
Some people eat their lunch from a plastic container, their table the car park kerb, moving their life from street corner to street corner.
Some people are in hospitals right now, sick, alone and unable to move without assistance.
There are poverty-stricken children in the world right now, who have their sewerage pass them in an unenclosed hole, right near where they bath and feed themselves.
There are young girls being sold into sex slavery.
My sister told me that the frequency of ‘amber alerts’ that go off at schools is bone-chilling. Strange people loitering and hanging around the school gates, watching and taking photos of our littlies, trying to bait them over.
There are people, who don’t talk to their Mothers.
There are people, who don’t have their Mothers with them anymore.
And there are people, who want so bad to be Mothers.
Just because we may not know these people or see these things, does not mean it does not happen.
So to have a day, where I was with my family, my loves, my happiness, spending cherished and truly special moments with them… my reserves were filled. My happiness was restored, and I felt again, that the simple moments with loved ones, are worth their weight in gold.