“I spent all my days doing homework, soaking bottles, or hurrying to wash clothes before the spit-up soured. I forgot how to be more than just a mother.”
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“I spent all my days doing homework, soaking bottles, or hurrying to wash clothes before the spit-up soured. I forgot how to be more than just a mother.”
“Normally, when I see a picture of myself that I haven’t ‘posed’ for, I never post it. But not this time. He snuck this picture of me and my daughter. I don’t ever want to forget it.”
“I will never be crafty, soft spoken, fashionable parent, but that’s okay. Because I am the mom I was always supposed to be, with the kids that were destined to be mine.”
“After a dreadful ride home, I walked into the bathroom with my mom. 16-year-old me stood there, already knowing what the outcome of the pregnancy test would be. Two lines. My mom and I started crying. I fell to my knees. ‘What am I going to do? I was supposed to graduate. I was supposed to go to college.’ My mom looked down at me, ‘You will.'”
“I cried my eyes out. They chalked it up to being more prevalent if you were young, Black, and poor. I prayed she would be born alive.”
“‘Are you going to help to find a donor?’ She said, ‘I’m sure you’ll pick a good one.’ I was crushed, but said nothing.”
“When I say her name, I don’t imagine a hospital bed and a funeral. No, I imagine her great, big smile that lit up an entire room. I imagine her laugh, her soft hands and perfect pixie nose. I imagine her holding a flower crown on her head, the wind softly blowing her hair.”
“One day, my dad handed me half of a rock. He pulled out the other half and said, ‘If you ever miss me, put the two halves together. Then it’ll be okay and we’ll be together.’ I didn’t really understand, but I took the rock.”
“To all the non-cool parents out there, I see you.”
“I began leaking spinal fluid, and it soaked through my sheets. My parents were told they needed to prepare themselves to lose me.”