Mother’s Day post-loss, part 3

My mother doesn’t know that, for one month five years ago, she was a grandmother.

I don’t see her often, but we met up for Mother’s Day and spent the day doing fun things and I had to recenter over and over again so as to remember that this was a day on the calendar delegated for mothers who are openly acknowledged, and known, to have that title.
Does conceiving an offspring who was never born allow me to have that title?
I feel like the outside world, outside of my own, disallows it. Especially since it was my “choice”.
I feel connected to the title of Mother, however ambiguous or past or present it may or may not be. The  viewpoints or opinions (borrowed or authentic) of others might not agree or, as I’ve absorbed 100x fold is not okay or real.
This is one of so many reasons why I’ve chosen to participate in this blog’s goals.
To express the reality that women who “choose” termination are free to identify with the title of Mother, free to identify with grieving loss in the same or similar ways that Mothers who did not choose such an ending.

In the early evening of Mother’s Day, after my mom and I parted ways on separate trains, the isolation arrived more clearly than it had all day. I was alone with the presence of guilt and the presence of quiet rest against a cold train window.
She was lit up all day. I’m her first-born, and she reflected on the special rite-of-passage that she had when I was born. The contrast of her joy with the stark emptiness of my heart (and of my womb) churned within me throughout the course of the day and peaked on my way home.
Deep sadness sat with me like an unwelcome visitor overstaying its visit.
She didn’t know. She’s never known.

When I handed her my Mother’s Day card, I somewhat wished that the secret would come out when she opened it and that she wouldn’t be upset if it did, and that she wouldn’t be sad or feel loss of an opportunity she never had, and that she would tell me “I acknowledge you, and we are both Mothers in our own ways.” and that she would offer comfort mixed with support and that then it could be a bittersweet day with more moments of sweet ones than of bitter ones, because she knew and I didn’t have to feel like I was witnessing my life from outside of myself.

I imagine that’s what a ghost of oneself would/does experience, or a ghost of one’s past, or a ghost of one’s memory, or a ghost of one’s regret, or a ghost of one’s loss.

For isn’t death what gives us lucidity, which never dies?

Welcome to Pro-Woman, Pro-Voice

Welcome! This is a brand new site with full content forthcoming. Here is a glimpse of our mission: “Pro-Woman, Pro-Voice” is a space created for those of us women who are facing long-term emotional challenges after choosing to have an abortion.
This is a *pro-choice* space, and a *secular* one as well.
We advocate for women’s rights and wellness, meaning our right as women to make our own reproductive choices and proactively tend to our holistic wellness throughout the phases of our days and our futures.
What makes our site unique is that we strongly advocate embracing the womanly right to share our stories which exist along spectrums of sadness, regret, grief, trauma, guilt, devastation, confusion, heartbreak, anger or isolation in the aftermath of abortion.
We feel that the sparseness of such resources for pro-choice women has trapped us in the grey area and impacted our wellness and freedom as women to be informed and empowered.
“Pro-Woman, Pro-Voice” embraces a feminist approach to compassionate support and solidarity. Our goal is to have a space to share, speak, read, listen and receive support for our often overlooked or silenced experiences.
(Please note that we, the site’s enthusiastic creators, are not clinicians or professional therapists. We are everyday women with extraordinary goals to create a better, more authentic, and more open pro-choice sisterhood of communication in a world that continuously tries to keep us divided, and dividing, over and over again.)
Our utmost wellness in this life and in this world requires us to free ourselves and bond together. This space is for us.

It is important for us to note that one of the many reasons (and we will divulge so many more of our reasons in future posts) that we have chosen to create this unique site is because we who have created it do not have all the answers. We do not always know how to 101% navigate and heal this aspect of our lives – We do have layers and a plethora of things to share and express from our perspectives and experiences, but we also want to provide a means to open doors to others to share and express ideas and insight. We do want and need, for our personal lives, suggestions about how to best help ourselves and others while living alongside our challenges and feelings. We are going to welcome having conversations within the realm of our comments section with our readers which are important to us all; conversations which are based in allowing ourselves and others to have their voice, in alignment with our mission/goal in creating this place.
We as site moderators will also have some clear boundaries which we will state and maintain as moderators of the site (i.e. no hate-speech, anti-woman, bigotry, or rejection of feminism among other things will be allowed here).

We do believe that this place will help us learn, build, sustain, and encourage moving through our days with a sense of kindness, learning how to prioritize self-care, with a sense of compassionate inner dialogue. And may this place encourage us embrace our own voice, no matter how faint or how clear it might be to us right now.

This site’s official launch will take place very soon – Please visit again this week!