How do I explain to my husband/mother/father/sister/friends who are so excited about it being my “first mother’s day” that this article speaks to my heart, without offending them?
Maybe it is because I was 38 when I had him and experienced years of being told by society that I was “less of a woman” because I didn’t have a child, even though I felt complete as a person. Maybe because I was a step-mom first and felt the raw hurt of being excluded regardless of my contribution to their lives. Maybe it is because I shy away from the saccharine sweet forced feeling of the day. Maybe it is just because I see mothers in all my friends who have cuddled Pierce close…that look that even though he came from my body, they would still do anything to keep him safe in that moment. Isn’t that what makes a mother? The feeling of love and knowing you would do what you had to, to keep this small being safe?
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