I got up this morning and was attacked by happy children eager to wish me a happy Mother's Day. I was showered in cards, some of their making and some they bought in the store. There were hugs and kisses all around. I am so blessed.
The kids ran off to play and I was left on the couch with my thoughts. Someone is missing. There should be four kids here right now. Instead, I have one child cold and buried underground. He will never make me a Mother's Day card or give me kisses and hugs. He will never run off to play with his brother and sisters. I will not get to watch him grow up, get married, have kids of his own. I am missing him a lot today. I still don't understand why he had to go to heaven before we even got a chance to get to know him. I want him back. Everyone sees my three children and my pregnant belly and they smile. I want to scream that there is one more; that I am missing my precious little boy. They look at me and see a happy mother of three and one on the way while in reality I am torn up inside. There will always be someone missing. That is something I have to live with every day of my life. That is my reality.
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