It was the one day of the year I hated, for 7 long, painful years. The one day of a year that the hand I’d been dealt made me feeling glaringly excluded and isolated. Sad. Heart broken.
Then I became a mother, in the more mainstream sense of the word. I had living, breathing children that people could see and so I was acknowledged as a Mother on Mother’s Day and believe me, I love it. It’s the one day, as a mom that never gets old. It’s the one day every year, for the past 5 years where I stop and reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going, on the fact that I am finally a mom.
But I am also painfully aware of all the women who won’t be celebrated and who should be celebrated this Mothers day, birth mom’s, foster mom’s, step mom’s, first mom’s, bereaved mom’s, grieving mom’s, mom’s with baby’s born sleeping, angel baby mom’s.
While those of us who get to bask in the joy and pleasure that is Mother’s day, lets spare a thought for mom’s around the world who maybe aren’t being acknowledged and celebrated and for whom the day is extremely painful.
Salute to ALL the mom’s!
I am a Mom, I am a bereaved mom, I am an angel babies mom, I am an adoptive mom and I salute ALL the Mom’s and especially our Birth Mom’s this mothers day!