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Missing My Mom

Thinking about my mom, who passed away almost five years ago, on Mother's Day.

This is my fifth Mother’s Day without my mom. I thought it would get easier by now. But it’s loss breathed in a different way. While the raw pain of her death—and the memory of those final raspy moments in hospice—has faded, the missing her and longing for her have grown—to make a quick phone call to find out her meatloaf recipe, to head to Bloomindale’s on a Saturday afternoon to find the perfect LBD, to squeeze her hand during my daughter’s dance recital.

There’s something even more lasting about the five-year mark. This can be a good thing—think about the five-year mark when it comes to cancer remission or staying clean from an addiction. But when it comes to a loved one’s dying, at least for me, five years means she’s really not coming back.

And right now, I need her.

So much has happened since Judith Mary Chauhan passed away on that September morning in 2007, the sun spilling languidly through the windows, the hospice nurse uncurling my fingers from my mom’s to lead me down the hall to a vacant room. “Look how beautiful,” she said, as she pulled up the blinds on the sun’s rising. For a long time, I wondered why—was it to give my mother’s final moments a backdrop of serenity and grace?

The second she died, I ran out of the hospital, leaving my 84-year-old father and brother floundering. I went home and took a shower. My husband at the time didn’t know what to do with me. I drove back to my parents’ apartment and curled up in her bed, surrounded by the warmth of her floral comforter, the faint smell of perfume still lingering in her sheets. I stayed there for two days, until I had no choice but to re-enter my life as a mom of three children, ages 6, 4, and 2, smile, blink away the tears, and tell them Grammy was in heaven.

I went to therapy but made it very clear: I will never accept my mother’s death.  I was pigheaded in my grief. To me, acceptance implied, “yes, it’s OK that it happened.” Five years later, with the caretaking of time, I know it really means,  “I understand why you had to go.” She had been the most important person to me, my Grey’s Anatomy “person,” my life coach, my best friend.

In the three years following my mother’s death, I needed my best friend: I lost my father to pulmonary fibrosis, I became ill and was diagnosed with celiac disease, and then on my husband’s prompting, we decided to divorce.

A relative is going through a painful separation with her husband. I speak with her mom often, trying to offer perspective and help her understand what her daughter may be going through. And I find myself saying, repeatedly, sometimes a whisper to myself, “at least she has you.” My divorce has been particularly hard because I don’t have my mom as a sounding board or a safety net. In the beginning, I wallowed in tearful self-pity; now I just think about how nice it would be to pick up the phone and call her, even to laugh at the absurd moments (and there have been many).

This is where the missing hurts the most. I wish she had told me more about what to expect as life experiences age you. But at the time, the questions and challenges hadn’t yet come. It was still early in my marriage, and my children were not yet in full-day school.

Among the many questions I’ve racked up in my head: Was I this unpredictably moody at age 10? Is it OK that I didn’t sign up my 8-year-old for travel soccer, excluding her from her group of friends? Did Greg and I ever make you so nuts you wanted to get in the car and drive away? (I did ask my brother this once, and he recalled my mom’s being so mad at us for not trying her homemade carrot soup, she, in a huff, got in the car and drove it, pot and all, to my cousins’ house.)

I see my life quilted in hers and hers in mine. We still call it Grammy’s French toast, the one made with Challah bread; I still wear my grandmother’s gold wedding band my mom slid onto my finger moments before my mom’s last surgery; I make an embarrassingly huge deal out of my kids’ birthdays, as she did with mine.

I’m struck by the similarities of our life paths.  We could have some soulful conversations about having to leave behind the life you had worked for and switch gears.  At 48, she packed up my childhood home of 22 years and moved to Maryland to start over (how I wish I’d helped her instead of indulging in another mindless weekend of college keg parties). My father, who was 20 years older, had to retire early from a career as a general surgeon; she was forced to go back to work.  

At 43, I’m putting my house on the market and looking for a rental until I’m financially back on my feet. After seven years at home, I’m starting over in my career, launching my own business teaching writing to adolescents.

I realize my ability to do these tasks pretty much solo is because of her—the courage and determination she instilled in me from a very young age, first with her go-to mantra “the world is your oyster” and then by becoming a living example of a woman who took charge of her life, not letting disappointment get the best of her.

I like to think she died young, at 64, at the height of her career as a human resources director, a few years from retirement and a life of being a full-time Grandma, because of me—to give me the inner strength to face the challenges coming my way. That’s what a mother’s death will do for you.

Still, I wish I could know what she is thinking. Is she amused by my continued lack of domestic abilities—landmines of laundry and kids’ paraphernalia scattered throughout the house, dinner an a la carte menu of chicken nuggets and grilled cheese without crusts? Or is she proud of how I’ve handled myself—trying to put the kids first, remain friends with my ex, become financially independent, and still believe I am meant to have true love?

At times I look around at my girlfriends. I’ve never been one to be jealous of others, especially when it comes to impeccably decorated houses, better-behaved children, or more thriving careers. Those are feats I could attain if I worked harder or did a more consistent job disciplining my children. But I find myself in moments envious of my friends who still have their moms.

 Sometimes it catches me by surprise, a pang in my chest when they casually mention their mom’s coming over to babysit or dropping off a roasted chicken for dinner. Or I will see a mother and daughter sharing lunch, surrounded by shopping bags, or arguing in a grocery store before a holiday (I remember my mom and I planning menus weeks in advance—we both loved to eat). I feel the urge to go over and hug them both—and tell them how fortunate they are.

I feel a little guilty because I know I am luckier than so many women who lost their moms at earlier ages. After all, I was an adult. My mom helped me pick out my wedding dress, she rearranged my furniture in my first house, and she was by my side for the births of all three of my children. I say, “I’d rather have 38 years of the relationship I had with my mom than 65 years of one filled with animosity or resentment.” And most of the time I mean it.

But today, Mother’s Day, I’d give anything to have her sitting across the table from me, a bottle of Pouilly-Fuissé and a couple of lobster tails between us. To simply look in her eyes and tell her how much I love her and miss her. 

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Susan Murray May 11, 2012 at 05:16 PM
Jen, it's very gracious of you to share these memories and give us more reasons to think and appreciate all of our mothers, wherever they may be. Thank you!
Patricia Phelan Clapp May 13, 2012 at 02:34 AM
Jen - What a wonderful tribute to your mom. I wish I had known her. But I am sure of one thing, she is up there smiling right now and so incredibly proud of you. You are an inspiration.
Amy Grimm May 13, 2012 at 11:10 AM
Jen, This is a beautiful article and I lovely tribute to your mom. I identify with so much of what you say - I lost my mom to cancer when I was only 22. This is my 35th Mother's Day without her and I still miss her so much. She never knew my husband or my children. I do believe you are right that when you lose your mother young (mine was 58) it gives you the inner strength to face life's challenges. And I hope that our mothers are watching over us and can see the strong women we've become. Thank you for sharing your story.
Jennifer Chauhan May 13, 2012 at 09:11 PM
Thank you so much for the wonderful comments! Amy, I'm so sorry for your loss and can't imagine what it's been like having lost your mom at such a young age. I do believe that our moms are with us, especially today, Mother's Day. Thank you, too, for sharing.
Julie Torrey May 14, 2012 at 12:32 AM
I can literally see your mom when I think of the carrot soup story! She was so strong, determined and funny, not to mention a fantastic cook!!! I can picture her being totally exasperated by you guys! This article is so beautiful, Jen. I loved and admired your mother so much. I am so sad that she is not here for you and your family. But I know for sure that she is proud of you and all you have done and will do! Great piece. I really loved reading it!
Jennifer Chauhan May 14, 2012 at 12:45 AM
Thank you, Julie, for sharing your thoughts and your memories! I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day!
Meaghan Schumm May 14, 2012 at 08:40 PM
Hi Jen! My dad sent me the link to your article and I wanted to tell you that it is so beautifully written and I really enjoyed reading it!
Evonda Timbers May 23, 2012 at 11:18 AM
Hi Jen, it's Evonda beautifully said. Happy moms day everyday! Miss you
Rafael p May 30, 2012 at 01:37 AM
I lost my mum to cancer 5 weeks ago, a week before mothers day. She was 64.I am finding it terribly hard to tackle each day without being able to pick up the phone to speak with her. Your comment regarding having 38 years of a great relationship has hit home. I am grateful that she was so involved in my life and my children's life - I truly wish she was still with us. But appreciate everything she did for me over the years. I now am determined to be a better mother to my children and aim to be half as good as she was.
Jennifer Chauhan May 30, 2012 at 12:33 PM
Rafael, thank you so much for your comment. I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my mom too to cancer and remember how painful those first weeks and months after her death were. I remember reaching for the phone to call her, forgetting she wouldn't be there to talk. I'm glad you are able to think about the wonderful relationship you had with your mom and what she meant to your children. It definitely helps in the healing, even if the pain of missing her doesn't go away ... I am thinking of you and wishing you peace.
Carmen August 02, 2012 at 06:46 PM
Jennifer, I used to work for your mother years ago. To this day she was by far the best boss I've ever had. Not only was she my boss but she eventually became my mentor. She is responsible for my successful 15 year career as a recruiter. We lost touch when I moved from Maryland to California. I've moved back to the area and am just learning of her passing. I'm very sorry for your loss. Your mother was a beautiful woman and had an amazing spirit. I regret not having stayed in touch with her. She will be missed. Carmen Boone
Alan Rivera April 07, 2013 at 10:03 AM
Tomorrow is the 5th year for me losing my mother. As I was thinking about her I thought I would look on the internet to find a nice poem or something to ease the sorrow a little. I thought it was just me feeling sorry for myself. I guess it never goes away. WITH TEARS IN MY EYES i THANK YOU FOR WRITTING THIS. I am not alone, or crazy. Obviously there are many of us missing a special friend that can never be replaced. Thank you for your words. Al in Wyoming
Erica Melone May 07, 2013 at 02:24 PM
The loss of a mother figure is so sad. For me, loosing my grandmother was that. Knowing no one else on the planet will love you as much as that one person did is scary to me. Thank you Jen for sharing your feelings. And by the way... wanting to hug "mom's" that you see... I feel exactly the same way. There is nothing better than witnessing awesome moms!!! Love them!

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