I am struggling to find the right words for this post.
I initially wanted to write about Mother's Day....and how grateful I am to have amazing, strong women surrounding me, encouraging me, and constantly supporting me.
I wanted to write about how thankful I am to be blessed with two handsome, sweet boys...and how lucky I am to have been chosen to be their mother.
Then, I read some of your posts...and I felt guilty.
Guilty because there are some people out there that tomorrow..will not be celebrating.
Those that have had the unfortunate experience of not having a mother of their own...and those that have had devastating losses...and those that have and always will be unable to concieve or become mother's themselves.
However...I am celebrating...as callous and selfish as that may sound. Me not celebrating Mother's Day, and what I do have would be like me not celebrating Christmas because other's don't believe or me not celebrating if I won the lottery because not everyone won.
Tomorrow I am celebrating the fact that I do have a mother...a mother that did the best she could to raise her 4 children, a grandmother that has always been there for me in everyway, and the 4 babies that I grew in my tummy...2 of which are in heaven and 2 of which I am going to smother with kisses and hold onto for dear life.