A part of my heart aches every time I think of mother's days. It is now may and there are reminders everywhere. It's like you can't escape it. So I did the complete opposite and hit it head on.

Growing up I was always closer to my dad. I watched him do so much for us kids. As I got older I became aware of how grateful I should be to have a father who cared. I also became aware of how close my friends were to their moms. I was jealous and to be complete honest, I still am.

When you get older you start to see things from other perspectives. You also slowly learn other people's stories and can't help but compare it to your own.

We are told way too often that others have it way worse than us; which makes us feel bad for feeling a certain way towards a situation. That mindset has to stop. To be completely honest with you, others probably do have it worse than you. BUT, that does not take away from what you are feeling.

I absolutely hate Mother's Day. There I said it. Mother's Day reminds me of the relationship I have with my mother. Or should I say the lack thereof. Then I think of my childhood friend who is spending her first Mother's Day without her mom. Or my best friend who has never really celebrated Mother's Day because she was in foster care while growing up. And then I think of me. The girl who grew up with a mom that is still alive. I think of how annoyed I would probably be if I was in their shoes, listening to me complain.

But then I go back to what I said before; their pain does not take away from my pain.

Mother's Day also reminds me of how I am not a mom. It reminds me of the day I laid in a hospital bed wondering what I did wrong in order to have a miscarriage. Mother's Day reminds me of how badly I want to have my own family. But it also makes me look forward to the day when I'll hear a little soft voice call me mommy.

Mother's Day is a wonderful day to celebrate those super hero moms. But it is also a day of sadness and frustration for many.