Just like I’ve written before, I’m feeling tender about the day.
I’m thankful for my mother, and our relationship. Even though she’s 2000 miles away, I feel her love. I’m grateful to have so many wonderful women who have mothered / nurtured me at one point or another. I’m happy I have great friends who are a shining example of motherhood. Kind, strong, patient, loving women who are raising exceptional children. I feel lucky to be on the sidelines of that. I hope to someday be an aunt, that my sister or brother’s girlfriend will become mothers and give me that opportunity. It’s the closest I’m going to get.
I still feel the wistfulness around this day. The what ifs and what might have beens haunt me both at night in my dreams and in the sunlight when I wipe the sleep away.