Today, another woman is celebrating.
Today, another family is holding you.
Today, somewhere else, you’ll probably smile.
Today, somewhere in New York.
Today, you have an older sister and a Mommy and a Daddy and you are making them so happy because you are pure love.
And,
Today, I feel where you used to cling to my body.
Today, I feel the emptiness on my skin.
Today, I will celebrate with my four amazing children and I am so grateful for them.
And yet,
Today, and every Mother’s Day, will be a little sad because I’ll think of you.
Today, I stand with all the mothers whose children are not by their sides.
Today, they will find a quiet corner to grieve.
Today, we will think of you and the day you were born.
Today, I’ll think of the four birthing parents who gave life to my four amazing children.
—somewhere in Tennessee
—somewhere in Ethiopia
—somewhere in New Jersey
—somewhere in Delaware
Today, I imagine, your birth mother is somewhere in New Jersey, too.
Just like I am.
Thinking of you.
And perhaps thinking of me, too.
Because we think of you every day.
Because life is filled with complicated losses.
—and broken hearts
—and unknown destinies
—and roads not taken
—and if only I would haves
—and if only it could have beens
—and roses
—and thorns
—and honey
—and bee stings
—and love.
Today.
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