Well, it’s Mother’s Day. **heavy sigh**
For those who are new, Mother’s Day begins what I consider the Season of Ick. It starts the spiral of remembering every minute of Charlie’s birth, life and death. The season ends on Father’s Day. Convenient, huh?
I’m a mother. A mother three times over. One pregnancy ended at 13 weeks. One pregnancy ended well and then tragedy struck. One pregnancy brought me the sunshine and the moon and the stars that twinkle over a country sky.
For as much as I’ve lost as a mother, I’ve been blessed a million times over.
Henry, in spite of his normal kid antics, makes me happy to be alive every single second of the day.
His laugh fills my heart and soul with joy that I never thought I could experience, especially “after.”
When we walk, he still instinctively reaches up to hold my hand, even when I walk him to school and go on field trips with him.
You know? I have a lot more to say but there’s something much more important I must do now.
I’m going to just stop writing this post and I’m going to snuggle. Because one day he won’t want to snuggle anymore and I’ll be able to write all about that. But for now?
I’m gonna soak up all the snuggles.
Happy Mother’s Day!