I saw this on Facebook.
Mother's Day is a hard day for me, but there are lots of people that find this day hard. I read THIS article on Huffington Post that speaks volumes.
Hugh planned an amazing day for me. I got to decide everything, which is exactly the way I like it. We stayed close to home, got outdoors for some ball and had a cuddle on Tripp's bench. Albeit a quick cuddle. Boone wanted to explore and was not happy to be contained to my lap. Calder did a great job of cooperating during those few seconds. . .
|These were the two best photos!|
I also got some amazing gifts. Hugh had the boys create a card for me and the boys' daycare helped Calder and Boone put together one for me as well. They were perfect.
A few months ago at counselling, my counsellor suggested that I could imagine there was a long, long cord that connects my heart directly to Tripp's. I picture this cord to be gold. . . it is delicate, yet strong. She said that when I find myself starting to miss Tripp, rather than allow myself to go to a sad place, to try giving the cord a little tug. She said that I can pull Tripp a bit closer to me when I need him and even wrap him up in my arms if I so desire. I find myself giving his cord a little tug on a daily basis. Sometimes I tug with tears in my eyes, but not always. I am working towards connecting Tripp to happy things. I don't always want to be sad when I think of him. Yesterday, I gave him a little tug as Hugh, Calder, Boone and I walked to the park. The idea of breathing in the same air that he breathed makes my chest fill with more than just oxygen. As we sat on his bench, I pulled him especially close.
Happy Mother's Day.