This week I’ve seen a lot of posts, tweets, videos and stories about moms, but in particular, about moms who have lost a child. It makes my heart ache when I think of all the moms I know personally who have endured this terrible loss, and will always endure a pain that never ends. I am honouring all of them today.
On my very first Mother’s Day, that was almost me. Addison was in surgery for nine hours getting her new heart, and it stopped beating. She came out of the OR back on the heart-lung machine, the doctors hopeful her new heart would eventually start beating. It was an awful day. I was just a razor-thin edge away from being in that black hole, but Addison pulled through. And it was all because another mother who was living her worst nightmare said yes to organ donation and gave my daughter that chance.
And now, I get to enjoy my eighth Mother’s Day with my beautiful transplant warrior, and third with the baby that took three miscarriages and three years to arrive. I am so so so damn lucky.
When I think of all those moms out there who might find today a slap-in-the-face reminder of all they have lost, please know that you are surrounded by love. You never stop being a mother. Let today be a celebration of your strength, your love, your courage, your tears.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there.
Elaine, Aaron, Addison and Charlie