Good morning good people. Mom… I waited so long to hear this word and to my absolute delight our daughter’s first word was mom. Much to her dad’s dismay as be was teaching her to say dad for the longest time.
For the first year after her adoption I went back to work. It took everything in me to leave her each morning. On my return every evening I had a ritual. I would wrap my hand around baby’s little fist and hold our hands in each other close to her heart and I’d say “Ziva, Ziva, Ziva” then I would move our hands to my heart and say “mom, mom, mom”. I think that was when she learnt it. It was my reaffirming who she was and who I am.
A few months ago, that is nine years later she did that to me and I was totally amazed that she remembered this, she was merely months old when I did that. The mind and heart remembers what it wants to.
This week in the year was a week I use to dread. Mother’s day can be one of the hardest days to face, along with announcements of pregnancy and baby showers. These days are the constant reminder of what you’re not.
There used to be lots of heartache, pain and tears. These emotions are raw and real even though we would like to hide behind sensibility and decorum the reality of the pain leaves you shattered. In the weeks that follow you pick up the pieces of your broken heart and spirit and you slowly mend again.
My hope is that we would be kinder to all the ladies in our lives that may not be a mom yet or could be experiencing some difficulty becoming pregnant. While we wholeheartedly celebrate the mums around us we are also compassionate to those who aren’t and are longing to be.
This may come across as hypersensitivity but it is actually common decency in recognizing the pain in someone and easing it where possible.
So this week my wish goes to the lady going through the fertility process and to the lady going through the adoption process, may you hear the word mom soon and may it be addressed to you.
Love always….