Today is Mother’s Day. Happy Mother Days Diana !
As usual , house is as quiet .
No flowers, no cake, no handmade cards from tiny fingers , just their little voices calling “Mommy …” every day, which has become the most precious gift of all.
I woke up early this morning, like I always do.
Prepared breakfast, bathed the baby, got the eldest ready for swimming class every weekend .
Tired? Yes. But this exhaustion has become a close companion since the day I became a single mother.
Sometimes I cry in silence, behind the bathroom door.
Not because I am weak, but because I have been strong for too long.
Even strength needs a moment to breathe.
They don’t know how hard I try.
To care, to nurture, to earn a living, to protect all on my own.
But I never feel truly alone… because these 2 little hearts are always with me.
In their laughter, I forget every burden.
This Mother’s Day, I don’t expect greetings.
I don’t hope for presents.
It's enough when they wrap their tiny arms around me and say, “Mommy , we love you.”
That’s the purest prayer I could ever ask for.
Today, I don’t celebrate Mother’s Day.
I honour myself. A mother. A warrior.
One who never stops , even when her heart is broken, even when her strength is nearly gone.
To all the single mothers out there , we may not be perfect, but we are more than enough.
And that is everything.
Happy Mother’s Day… to me , to Mommy Noah
And to you, who walk this same path.
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