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.
I had no friends who had been through this type of loss and to be honest, I pushed most of them away while she was unwell because my life wasn’t carefree, I simply couldn’t relate to them anymore. I longed to talk to someone my age that’d also lost her mum. I felt that there would be something really comforting about knowing there was someone out there, just like me, feeling and thinking the same. Someone who could tell me I was normal and that hopefully this pain would somehow lesson one day. I decided that I would try to establish a not for profit organisation that would bring all girls and women who’ve experienced mother loss together.
I was on an American Motherless Daughters page and put a shout out to anyone in Australia who might like to be involved in sharing my vision and hopes. A woman named Eloise Hughes did, she was 13 when her mum died. We met and the connection was beautiful and unbeknownst to me, was the start of what would be a lifelong friendship and a wonderful community that would help hundreds of women Australia wide – Motherless Daughters Australia was on its way with a huge vision and many goals.