According to Wikipedia, the modern Mother's Day is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, yet most commonly in March, April, or May as a day to honor mothers and motherhood.
There you have it, a day to honor mothers and motherhood. Typically, a mother would spend that day with their child. But when you are a BLM and the only child you gave birth to is in Heaven that is a bit difficult.
My day today was somber. Not too happy, not too sad, more so just another reminder of the son that is no longer with me. It was basically another stab to a heart that has been slashed several times before. It was a day of remembering and a day of planting life for Wyatt. Brian and I worked on Wyatt's flower garden today, planted the front flowers, and talked of Wyatt often. Of course, Nolan was talked of as well. He decided to wish me a Happy Mother's Day early this morning by kicking and moving my belly all morning.
Wyatt decided to come through with his signs today. On the way to Lowe's we heard one of Wyatt's songs, "Airplanes" by BoB. Then on the way home from my Mom's this small little plane flew right over us while driving. Not even five minutes later, I noticed another jet plane in the sky with white condensation clouds flowing from behind. And about a minute later I saw another.
Mother's Day without my first child really sucked, but so does everyday. It is like I have been torn from my soul and there is no way to get it back. It's like I am trapped in a world far far away from him and no plane or train will ever bring us together. It's as though we are separated forever. However, I have grown to learn that if I look for the signs and believe, he really is near. We are actually closer than it may seem. He shows that with planes, butterflies, dragonflies, feathers, and many other things.
Wyatt was with me today! He was there at different times and he was talking to me. In his several signs, Wyatt was saying, "Mommy, Happy Mother's Day!"
Because I feel that in the heavens above
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning tears of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me.
~Edgar Allan Poe
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning tears of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me.
~Edgar Allan Poe
1 comment:
Beautiful post
Happy Mother's Day !!
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