It's a very bittersweet day for me.
I get to celebrate my own motherhood and my two wonderful boys.
But it's also a day that gets thrown in my face; I don't have a mother anymore.
And it still feels pretty fresh.
Of course I think of her daily, and she is still a part of my life in the legacy she has left and the lessons that have been taught. But she's not here, physically. And that's so hard.
I purposely avoid the stores and the ads about Mother's Day, because I just can't do it. I wish I could see the excitement that we all celebrate. And perhaps that will come with more time.
This year, I've got some big life changes quickly approaching. Ones I am nervous and apprehensive about. And I wish more than anything she was here to guide me and reassure me.
I try and trust the process. Know that she is somehow here, somehow able to still impact me and help things become easier.
And so I'll celebrate that. I'll celebrate my kids and my own motherhood, and I'll remember the Mom she was to me and how important that still is.
To those of you without Moms too, I think of you. And share all my thoughts of love.
And if you have a Mom, hug her as tightly as you can and say thank you.
