Every Mother’s Day I remember their conception. Every Mother’s Day I remember that feeling under my ribs. Every Mother’s Day I remember my children. I don’t deserve to say that.
I lost you babies. I lost my mind too. I lost a piece of my heart. I think about it all day every day, but especially this day. If I’m not disassociating I’m crying or numb. I wish I knew what you looked like.
This Mother’s Day, I accept myself as a mother. Because it’s their loss that drove me down a dark path. The loss of their fathers too. But this Mother’s Day you are my children and I will see you someday soon.