This is a Really Real Mother Post and also a Really Real Widow Post.
Mother’s Day is both wonderful and hard.
I’m love my role as a mother. I’ve loved every phase of motherhood even though there have been periods that were harder than others. I always found the joy in every part of my relationship with my son.
As a teen I wanted 5 kids and felt I was meant to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. I wanted to be the quintessential housewife while also having dreams of a career. Above all I knew I wanted to be a mom.
Well, I got the title of mom much earlier than I planned and by giving birth at 19 I grew up right along side my son. We were a team.
In hindsight I’m glad he was my only. It set us up to have an incredible bond.
Things just have a way of working out the way they are supposed to.
When he was eight Parker came into our lives and grew into her role as his other mother. She was never really step mom, she was equal mom, and eventually favorite mom, a title she still holds from the grave.
While he was very much her son, she wanted to give birth to her own biological child. At one point we had a donor and we tried. I still remember the look on her face when we realized her growing health problems meant we had to stop trying. In one of her last emails before she died she talked to a friend about both, how much she loves Draven and also how much she wanted a bio child and knew it would never happen.
I’m glad she got to experience motherhood and I hate that she never got to experience it in that way.
I know it broke her heart.
Every Mother’s Day she is on my mind. I didn’t just lose a wife, I lost the only other person with whom I will ever share the title of mother.
I’ve seen lots of posts on Facebook about how wonderful mother’s day is and also how hard mother’s day is and for me, it’s both.
So today I’m quietly reflecting on memories of raising my son and sharing that job with Parker.
I hope today is a happy day for you, whether it’s because you are celebrating mother’s day or because you find some other reason to smile.
Remember, motherhood doesn’t have to be about giving birth or raising children. Motherhood can also be about nurturing your own inner child, or the kids in the neighborhood, or chosen family, or fur (or scale or feather) babies, or any number of other ways one can nurture and protect.
I feel the need to thank everyone who has been following along with these posts. I appreciate you all.