Tomorrow marks my third Mother's Day as a mother. And to be quite honest, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Last year, I was finally coming to terms with my PPA/PPD. I spent my Mother's Day with people who are not technically related, but are, nonetheless, family.
The year before, I went on a strange tirade about spending Mother's Day with my kid. I can only chalk it up to inexperience, and frankly, I'm ashamed enough of it that I almost didn't link it. Almost.
And frankly, I'm certain that I would have had some sort of something to say this year. After all, I am finally at a point where I feel like my PPA/PPD is more or less under control. But I also understand the need to get away from your child from time to time. Even if you're a great mom. And really, I'm starting to feel like I'm figuring out this whole mom gig. Yeah, I could have done an entire post about where I am as a mom.
Instead, I'm going to ask you to spend a few moments today praying for a person that neither of us have ever met. The writer of one of my favorite blogs is having what I can only imagine is the worst Mother's Day ever. This morning, her 15-month-old passed away, after struggling since birth to learn to breathe on her own. I have been reading this blog since I first found out I was pregnant, and I have laughed and cried with this mom through all of it. Today, though, my heart is breaking for her.
So, in honor of this Mother's Day, say a little prayer for my friend, and for all mothers who have lost children.
I have chosen to respect the privacy of the mother I am speaking of, and not list her blog until she has had time to share her feelings in her own way. If you know who I am speaking of, please be mindful of her privacy at this incredibly difficult time. Thank you.