Mother's Day was hard, but it was also filled with love and celebration. On Mother's Day, I felt like a mother, as my mother heart and its suffering were recognized.
And the day after Mother's Day? It's hard too. It's hard because I woke up to sunshine and birds chirping and a fresh breeze blowing into our room. I woke up to summer, and Anya still wasn't there. I still don't get to be a mother to her - at least not in the way I want to be. And on the day after Mother's Day, who will celebrate my broken mother heart?
I'm jealous of all the mothers out there whose children love them, hug them, kiss them everyday. I'm jealous because they still feel like mothers on the day after Mother's Day.
I try to be strong. I try to see the good in life. But on the day after Mother's Day, all I feel is grief because my daughter will never know the smell of summer.