I went in the attic early this morning to pack some boxes for the yard sale. Every trip to the attic triggers emotions for me. The place looks like a cyclone hit it right now so I was trying to step over and around stuff, cracking plastic Easter eggs and knocking over boxes of the boys' schoolwork. I found the Winnie the Pooh stuffed bear that was a gift when I was pregnant with Coleman. Just looking at it brought back so many memories of how Coleman loved it. When I wound the crank and it played the same little music box version of the song that I must have heard 3,000 times when he was a baby, I couldn't help but get misty. I was thinking about my baby that is now 12 and how we just never know what is in store for our children when they are given to us. It's probably better that way, right?
Motherhood is a gift in every stage and in every form. I have shared some of the best moments with the boys during this recovery. A couple days ago Coleman and I were on the trampoline together and he was having a tough day. We were talking about what a difficult stretch of life this is for him. He asked me what was good about his life right now and I thought for a second and said well, the first thing was that he has a life and that we had each other. He didn't think for a second and said, "Mom, you're the best part of my life." It caught me off guard and had to be the best mother's day present ever.
To all of you mothers and step-mothers, surrogate mothers and want-to-be mothers - let's remember how loved we are.
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