I Used to Celebrate Mother's Day...

I used to celebrate Mother's Day.

I had two perfect children, a pigeon pair, less than 3 years apart - one was naturally delivered and the other was a water birth.

I used to celebrate Mother's Day.

I was oh so comfortable basking in motherly perfection of breastfeeding for two years each and staying at home with them since birth.

I used to celebrate Mother's Day.

Oh, how arrogant I must have seemed, feeding them their home-pureed butternut and reading them endless storybooks.

I used to celebrate Mother's Day.

While my friends went tearfully back to work, I homeschooled and joined PTA's and attended every sporting event with pride.

I used to celebrate Mother's Day.

I used to celebrate Mother's Day until I had two miscarriages and then lost my last born at 7 days old from a congenital heart defect.

I used to celebrate Mother's Day.

Now I celebrate Mothers.

Happy Mother's Day to the birth mothers, the adoptive mothers, the surrogate mothers, the foster mothers, the step-mothers, the soon-to-be mothers, the war-destroyed-my-family mothers, the mothers-that-never-were mothers, the mothers-that-couldn't-be mothers, the mothers-who-lost-angels mothers, the struggling-to-conceive mothers, the grandmothers, the sibling-turned-parent mothers, the single-fathers-with-custody mothers, the two-mother-household mothers, the gone-but-not-forgotten mothers, and all the chose-to-have-furbabies-instead mothers.

Happy Mother's Day to all of you ♡