Tuesday, May 12, 2015

to the strongest mother

Being a mother is an indescribable thing. It's consuming, beautiful, rewarding, difficult, scary, fulfilling and frustrating all at once. I'm so very blessed that I've had the opportunity to experience it. It is the best gift in the world. On the day Joe was born, James looked at me and said, "a new part of my heart just started working." And I think it's the best way to describe it, because it's something you can't ever understand until you get to. I'm so grateful that I've gotten to, twice.

Mother's Day has a completely new meaning to me this year. I can't help but feel sad and angry thinking about all the mothers out there that don't have their babies here on earth to celebrate with. I never thought of you before, and I'm sorry for that. But today, I am thinking about you and I will pray for your strength. I will celebrate you by not taking any second of this day for granted. I will hold on extra long to every hug around my leg. I will be present in every kiss he blows me. I will not yell at him as he runs through my flowers. I will not get frustrated when he throws his dinner on the floor. I will not be distracted by my phone. I will keep him up late and rock him extra long before bed. I will thank God for letting me spend the day with him.

I will try my best to honor you as every minute of this day passes, because you are the strongest mother there is. Just keep swimming.


"A mother is not defined by the number of children you can see, 
but by the love she holds in her heart"


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