Relationships
Don’t Take Motherhood For Granted Because It’s Not Guaranteed
Mother’s Day is the day I turn off part of my brain and part of my heart. I don’t think about it. I don’t feel about it. I just get through it.
By Paula Gallagher2 min read
The first Mother’s Day after my wedding, my husband and I went to church with my family. Our priest asked all the mothers in the congregation to stand up for a special blessing. My 10-year-old brother poked me and told me to stand up. I whispered to him that I wasn’t pregnant. He whispered back, eyes full of hope, that maybe I was but the baby was too tiny for the doctors to find yet. I laughed at how cute he was and ruffled his hair.