My mom is like you took all the Cool Mom aspects of Lorelai but put them in the most selfless, understanding, empathic human.
I am so grateful for my mom and her unwavering love and patience with me.
If you don’t let it consume you, it’ll only make you stronger.
I wish I could say it was a short journey to find peace with the cancer that aggressively attacked her. It was anything but short. It was filled with ungodly amounts of fear and anxiety. Not just during the years she was alive but after she passed.
It’s never been more glaringly obvious than it is now that there’s only one of me and four of them, and all of us have different needs in any given day.
I am more than my current title or circumstance. I am not just a wife and a mom. Yes, those are very important roles that I value deeply, but my heart does not beat only to be a label.
No one told me how strong I could be.
I was in the NICU for the first three months of my life.
Yes, Mother’s Day is hard for me, but I think it is even harder for the mothers out there who see their children everyday but never get any sort of acknowledgement.
Despite nearing my thirties, this week I felt like a six year old child again, begging and desperate for my mom to heal this raw wound of mine.