I know it.
I just forget to mention it sometimes.
This little (but oh so big) fact hits home hard sometimes.
Mother's Day, for me, was gorgeous. I have my sweet little Magoo and a hubby who is currently trying to please everyone but us, so is overseas.
But nonetheless, I have a lovely hubby who tries to please people. :-)
My own Mum is bravely rewriting her story each day and hopefully pushing the final chapter further and further back.
My Mum in law is a treasure - a true gift that came with the purchase of Hubby.
My Mum in law's Mum is still pulling her family together for Sunday morning tea and watching her great grandchildren grow.
I must be getting softer as I, ahem 'mature' - and not just around the middle.
So many stories in the media struck me super hard in the lead up to this Mother's Day.
Not because any of them relate directly to my personal experience, or even that of a friend.
They just touch those nerves that become raw and exposed once you hear that racing heartbeat and see that little alien squirming around inside of you.
Today, a Perth Mum is at the her 19 year old son's intensive care bedside. Suffering and struggling with the reality that her boy probably won't be coming home. He'll more than likely not fulfil his dreams, complete his studies or reach his potential on the football field. He won't finally settle down and have those grandchildren she longs to hold. She's surely praying for a miracle and bargaining with God. All because some individual took to him in the early hours of last Sunday morning and despite being a huge, solid guy, he didn't stand a chance.
Despite all her nurturing, her love, her discipline, her commitment and her support - somebody else took it all from her baby and her family in an instant.
On the radio last week, a local station ran a piece about a 23 year old man who had sadly lost his wife about 8 weeks ago. His wife was 37 weeks pregnant.
About here I began hyperventilating and bawling, considering pulling the car to the roadside.
This guy spoke of an unusual condition that for some (horrific) reason caused his heavily pregnant wife's body to completely crash. Their baby girl was delivered by c section while she was on life support and rushed away to our children's hospital.
His wife remained in another hospital, unresponsive to any tests and showing little, and finally, no brain function.
This awesome young guy has a beautiful little baby girl - but no wife, no partner to share the precious ride with..
I shed some tears for this guy, parenting the best he can at the moment and I shed so many tears for his wife.
For all that she has missed already.
I shed some tears for their daughter and all that she will never know.
Did I mention I am blessed?
I am certainly not under the illusion that I am indispensable (I can barely cook, for goodness sake), but I am plagued by that common 'Mummy fear' that something will happen to me, or worse still my 'people'.
So, I take *'too many' photos, buy 'too many' gifts, give 'too many' cuddles, throw around 'too many' "I love you"s...
I can live with that.
I don't ever want to cause Magoo and Hubby real life, heart aching pain.
I don't want to miss what is in store for our little family.
I don't want to miss a second of Magoo's antics, his achievements, his slips ups and his successes - let alone a lifetime's worth.
I hope that your Mother's Day was one to cherish.
But, you know, yesterday and tomorrow are just as special.
|Squeeze em every chance you get! x|
*There is no such thing as 'too many', for the record.