Firstly, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all you mums out there! I hope you were celebrated today!While parts of the day were hard and my heart aches, I took the opportunity to celebrate and honour my mum and the other 3 mums in my life! They are amazing women and I am so thankful to have them in my life!
No I didn't have my daughter with me, no I couldn't hold Lily in my arms and give her a kiss as I enjoyed celebrating my first mothers day with my first born... and that was harder than you would be able to understand or even imagine (unless you have walked a similar road)... But what can I do? I managed to get through the day with only the memories of my little girl who made me a mum... and a mum I am and a mum I will always be, because of my lovely Lily!
Would you believe it has taken this long (7 weeks) for me to start questioning why this all happened? Don't get me wrong, I love the time I did have with Lily, I wouldn't give it up, if it was that or nothing, I would take what I have rather than have nothing at all! I just wonder why...
Anyway tomorrow I get the joy of having someone steal blood from me... boy I love needles! NOT! Hahaha here's hoping they get it easier than they did last time!
Anyway... here is a poem someone showed me on the net that I like for today...
Dear Mr Hallmark.
I am writing to you from heaven
and though it must appear
A rather strange idea
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit
your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother
as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could imagine.
Except I could not find a card from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too
No matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands
but oh the tears she's cried. 
I thought that if I wrote you
that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now
I still love my mother so
She talks with me,and dreams with me,
we share laughter too
Memories our way of speaking now
would you see what you could do.
My mother carries me in her heart
her tears she hides from sight.
she writes poems to honor me
sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in my garden
there my living memory dwells
she writes to other grieving parents,
trying to ease there pain as well.
So you see Mr Hallmark,
though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way to remind her of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honoured
and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr Hallmark
I know you'll do your best
I have done all I can do
to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her
how much she means to me
Until I can do it myself,
when she joins me in eternity.
I am thankful for...
~*~ The time I spent with my baby girl. Time I can't repeat, time I can't replace, and time I wouldn't change. I just wish there was more of it. ~*~
My positive from the day...
~*~ Celebrating our mums :) ~*~
Sarah.
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