Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughters and Mother’s Day has definitely gotten easier since Ari was born, but that loss that my heart has felt ever since the day I walked out of that hospital without my son will never fully go away. For eight years (well nine really since I was seven and a half months pregnant with my son when Mother’s Day came around that year and certainly no one was congratulating me or wishing me a Happy Mother’s Day that year, even though I had not even decided to place my son at that point) that day was a very painful reminder that I was not a mother, and in the years since Ari was born it’s still a reminder that my heart knows there is something missing that can never be replaced.
I read this poem on a fellow birthmother’s blog today and it fit so well that I thought I’d share:
Heart Of Mine
I listened to you, Heart of Mine
For nine months of the year
I called you Little Sweetheart
Darling, Dumpling, Angel Dear
I loved you more than life itself
I prayed for you each day
And when you came all pink and warm
I gave my heart away
I couldn't bear to lose you
But I couldn't keep you fed
I couldn't be the mom you'd need
So I picked one out instead
I trusted her to do for you
What I couldn't do alone
So I kissed your cheek and bid you well
And gave my heart a home
I know that someday you will see
The love that held me tight
To know you had all I could give
And know that I did right
And so I listen still, my heart
Not nine months but all year
And know you know I love you so
You're still my Angel Dear
Mother's Day tinged with sadness for birthmoms