My first Mother’s Day

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family life / motherhood / sacrifice

I approached my  first Mother’s day as to be expected… full of trepidation and anxiety. I felt somewhat fraudulent since I never gave birth to these children or anyone for that matter. I mean, they have a mother who birthed them. I just am here for the now. I am here in the flesh since their mom is not. I was so uncomfortable with the concept of celebration as it related to me, since I was still trying to figure it all out. I guess we all were.

It’s a journey for all of us. Myself, my fiancee and the children. Never mind the fact that I have been serving  the children and the household in a momma like capacity, I still had mixed feelings about it. After all, I was too young (at 35) to have had a teenager! I would have needed to get started at 19 if ya know what I mean. At the 11th hour, the children had a breakthrough. So to respect privacy of the children, I won’t go into too much detail here.

But what I will say is, the kids expressed themselves to me in their own way, and not because Dad reminded them to or anything. They wrote me the sweetest and cutest cards, hand written and drawn by their oft sticky hands. I received roses and hugs. I received real and amazing girl talk from our teenager, and we broke through that wall. It was tremendous. I am grateful for the breakthrough.

It may not have been picture perfect, but it was perfect for me. Respect was paid to their deceased mom and respect was paid to me. I could not have asked for more. I guess I am a Mom after all.


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