As we sit here trying to set this egg up on its end we talk about how it reminds us of bereaved mothers. Each time it tries to stand straight up, over it falls. Kinda like us after losing our children. Too wobbly in our minds and bodies to remain upright for long.

Ahh, but there’s hope. It’s even claimed that during the Vernal and Autumnal Equinox each year an egg can stand up straight. We’ve even tried it. It worked once for my grandsons. Musta been the right egg!

So we are inspired by the egg! Not only so that we will find sure footing and stand up like the egg, which is quite a feat, but there is another kind or relationship with the egg.

We love to throw them! It is the cheapest, most enjoyable way to release stress, anger and all the bitterness bottled up inside. It sure beats throwing dishes, yelling at our loved ones or holding our emotions bottled up inside.

Bereaved Moms…if you just want to let it rip, go buy a dozen eggs. Go to the backyard, a park, or a deserted road and heave a dozen. Well worth the investment. As you feel those eggs leave your hand and hear the splat, the relief that follows is unbelievable. Whether it’s against pavement, a tree, a fence or even your own mailbox, when the egg is released there is a feeling of control and satisfaction that creeps back into your life. Enjoy it, no matter how short or how long.

The better the windup, the more pleasurable the release. The higher the shot toward that imaginary basket the sweeter the splat. Go for it.

Each egg can be something to let go of. We’ve even painted a face on one just to get the onreness out of us. Use another for the illness. Use one for the drug. Another for the alcohol. Another to rid yourself the guilt. This one’s for my broken heart. This one’s for last night’s sleep I missed. Another throw as hard as you can to get the anger out. Throw one for cancer. Throw another for the loved ones left behind. Save a couple just for the fun of it. Take a deep breath. You’ve already let out all your frustrations and anger. Now just enjoy. Smile and let ‘em go. After all, the whole egg throwing exercise is to make you feel good!

Janie brought eggs to her niece Cindy, Joan E.s’ daughter, who was undergoing treatment for cancer in the hospital. We both laugh now as we think back on that day. Cindy in the hospital bed. Janie supplying eggs. Joan E. holding the trash can up like a basketball goal. The eggs began to fly with very few hitting the trash can. Most hit the wall and trickled down. Boy did we laugh. Well worth the clean up!

Eggs had another useful purpose for us. At the Relay for Life to promote cancer awareness we set up a booth to raise money for cancer. Our booth included a toilet with the seat up. The back of the seat said “Cancer Stinks”. The idea was to lob your eggs into the hole in the seat. Our contestants almost filled the toilet up with eggs. There were several poor tosses at the loo and the area around it was covered in cracked and broken eggs.

Yes, if you are a bereaved mother buy eggs or if you know of a bereaved mother, take her a dozen eggs. Perhaps you can help relieve, if only for a few moments, her pain, anger, and loneliness.

We love eggs. Be silly with your eggs. It’s pretty eggy.

If you are a bereaved mother and have a way to relieve your grief, please feel free to share your ideas with the rest of us.

Janie Fields
Joan E.

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