Today was harder than any other Mother's Day I've had. I'm not even sure why. I have been dreading it for weeks. I had even bought myself a necklace and almost lost it when I held it in my hands for the first time. It is so beautiful. It also has 7 clear stones in it for my 7 Angel babies.
My husband left for work this morning, and like every other day, he kissed me goodbye and wished me a good day. I did the same, but deep down, I was waiting for the words to come out of his mouth.
They never did.
I texted him, "I am a mother."
He called. There's no way he's forgotten, I know that. But he said it anyway. I know he felt bad, a little frustrated, too. I get it. Does he get me? Before we got off the phone, his last few words of the conversation were, "Wear your necklace proud, baby." I told him that I absolutely will.
My cousin, who I had made plans to spend the day with today, texted me. "Happy Mother's Day." It was nice to see. We called and chatted and quickly got ready to go eat breakfast.
Maybe it's because I've added 3 more babies into heaven since the last Mother's Day.
Maybe I feel hurt because I felt forgotten, even by some of my closest family members.
Do people think that I've forgotten about the fact that I've come close to being an earthly mother to 7 babies?
Either way, I am the Mommy of Angels too good for this earth.
