Yesterday was my first Mother's Day. On the way to brunch I saw a guy, who worked at the restaurant we were going to, standing by his motorcycle talking on the phone. The next thing I know, he collapses, his helmet rolling out into the middle of the street. My husband ran over to see if he was alright. Physically he was okay. But he'd collapsed out of grief after finding out his father was in intensive care. He was exhausted, hopped up on caffeine and unbelievable distraught.
It was a really weird way to start off Mother's Day. We had a great brunch and a really nice time, but every once in a while this man popped back in my head. I kept picturing him collapsed, head resting on the curb, clutching his phone and crying. Or wiping away tears as he walked down the street. I felt so awful for him.
Three years ago yesterday my husband almost died from a torn vertebral artery while training jiujitsu. I didn't realize it had been exactly three years until he posted a message on Facebook wishing me a Happy Mother's Day and mentioned it. He said I was his pillar of support. His best friend and a great mom to our daughter. It made me cry with happy tears but also made me remember how hard it has been to get where we are right now.
Even though not everything is how I wish it was I have my wonderful husband and daughter. Three years ago I almost lost him. Two years ago he almost lost me. And now we are a family of three. I love being a mom. Even though she is only 10 months old, I can't imagine life without her. She's everything to me.
On my first Mother's day, what I really felt was appreciation for how life can be really hard sometimes, but my family means everything to me and I'm so happy that I get to be a mother to my beautiful baby girl.
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