Every May is hard, I admit it. It starts with Mother's Day and then ends with May 31. This year I would have a son that would be 10 on May 31. A son....the firstborn, the one to carry on his father's name. No, he is the one that we buried. The one who we said goodbye too almost in the same breath as hello.
So, I don't like Mother's Day, the official holiday. I do love my girls dearly. I love when they give me the hugs that almost knock me over, just because. I love when they tell me they love me, just because. I love when I catch them treating each other with kindness. Each day I am able to be their mother is special to me. I don't need Hallmark to remind me or them of that.
That is my confession, what is yours?