As my first Mother’s Day as a mother approaches, shortly followed by my little guy’s 1st birthday, I’ve found myself reflecting quite a bit on the past year and having quite the array of emotions to go along with it. One of the most frequent has been the conundrum of missing my own mother so much, while also feeling a comforting closeness with her as we now share this bond of motherhood.
I lost my mom when I was 18. She had undiagnosed pancreatitis, which we only found out about after her very unexpected passing. Having this significant experience at a young age played a large part in shaping who I am throughout my life. It taught me resilience and strength way earlier than anyone should have to learn those traits to that extent. One thing I knew right away was that I always wanted to create a family of my own and apply all of the wonderful lessons I learned from her, and so that I could experience that mother/child bond again….
