Last night, my daughter gave me a gift. It is silly, but when I opened it all those pieces of my heart that broke apart on that drive home were glued back together and I am pretty sure more were added because my heart swelled. It was so full it could have burst.
My daughter made this for me.
Once I opened it I was able to tell her my truth. I cried all the way home from work because I was so sad and jealous, and....
I don't think believed me at first.
Mom..just the MOM. The one that receives the eye rolls, the one too embarrassing to volunteer or be seen in public with.
I doubt my role many times. I recount the times I mess up, get frustrated, make the mistakes. I compare myself to those younger, prettier, more put together.
And I worry. Worry so very much about the possibility of being replaced.
Then I remember.
MOM
Moms cannot be replaced. We are safe and sturdy. We are the ones that never waiver and continue to be there. Moms see their children when they are most vulnerable.
Moms love so hard and so much. The type of love that lasts through heartache, anger, tears, eye rolls, feet stomping.
Mom love is deep.
Mom love is intense.
Mom love is very, very strong.
This little homemade trinket is good reminder.
It reminds me that I am MOM.
I will always be MOM.
That is one page that can never be turned.
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