It’s been 7 Mother’s Days since I last celebrated this special day with my Mom.

The last 6 alone without her have been tough. At first, I wanted to forget this day and just pretend it didn’t matter. But, I’m a mom, and my son wouldn’t let me forget that this day was about me too.

This year, I’m spending most of the day on my own, as my son is at work. My Dad asked what I wanted to do today to celebrate being a mom. I told him I didn’t know. Maybe putter in the garden, remembering how mom loved doing that on Mother’s Day, or maybe go for a walk in nature because mother nature loves sharing her gifts with me, or maybe curl up with a good book and tea, or writing.

I really don’t know what I want to do. So Dad suggested I do all the above and just be grateful for the chance to do it all.

That got me thinking. How many mom’s can’t be with their kids, for whatever reason? How many are moms with angel babies? How many aren’t able to have children? How many have chosen to be mothers to children and don’t share blood?

I am grateful for my miracle boy, Tim. I’d given up hope and thought I would never have a child, then he was stubborn enough to survive and thrive. So yeah, it’s Mother’s Day, but it means more to me than just being a mom and getting stuff.

It means my angel baby and my son here with me both gave me the blessing of being able to love unconditionally. I have young friends that i think of as my children, from other mothers, and friends with children they are happy to share, that I love deeply too.

So this Mother’s Day, I want to say thank you to each one of you for being a mom, sharing the mom experience with us, and for loving each other unconditionally as mom’s do.

Happy Heavenly Mother’s Day, mom. I miss you so much. Thank you for teaching me how to be the best mom I could be 💕