Mother's Day

Another Mother’s Day has come and gone, and with it, another year that I’m not holding my baby in my arms. I was down about Saturday—so down that I picked a stupid fight with the Mister. Completely my fault. And because of that, I’ve called my doctor and upped my meds.

So, after a miserable Saturday, I decided Sunday was going to be a good day, no matter what, and I started thinking about all the good things I have to celebrate on Mother’s Day.

• The best mom in the world. She is my biggest supporter, my friend and my confidante. She’ll hold me while I cry and cry and cry. And she’ll serve me up a big bowl of ice cream for dinner when I’m all cried out.

• My mother-in-law. While she can be opinionated, she loves me and welcomed me into her family.

• My sister, who has grown into a wonderful mom, for giving me 2 beautiful nieces and 1 awesome nephew

• My sister-in-law, for giving me another awesome nephew

• My friends, for their numerous children that call me Aunt.

• I treasure being a Godmother to three of these precious children

• My Mister, for putting up with me, even when I’m a horrendous, miserable bitch


So, looking at my list, I think I’ve got it pretty good. There are many, many blessings to be thankful for. And I am every day—but especially on Mother’s Day. They give me strength to get through it.