It’s this time of year when the commercials, advertisements, card aisles, and flower baskets remind me that I’m part of the group. I’m a mother. And I love that.
It also reminds me of what I don’t have.
There will be no heart felt conversations of my childhood past.
No lunch dates with shopping afterwards planned.
No bonding over motherhood.
There won’t be any of that.
It’s not that this isn’t my reality for all of the year, it is. I’ve grown to know that it’s ok. It’s just part of my life and though it won’t change, I still have a great life to live.
It’s just that this time of year I’m more in tune to mothers and daughters picking out flowers together or maybe they’re out having lunch laughing and my heart longs for more.
Reality sets in, there just isn’t more for me.
This is it.
And that’s o.k.