January 1, 2014, is when I became a mom, and April 26, 2014, is when I lost mine. Losing and gaining the greatest love of your life in the same year is a terrifying experience, and I have an annual tradition of reflecting on my journey. Some years are more charged than others, depending on what ensues in my life's spheres.
I am chronicling this journey and wanted to be brave enough to put it out there for those who have had to parent or, in general, go through life without the love of those they were raised by.
Hope my musings make you feel less alone in the world.
Year Three - The Silence Continues
I can find solace in thinking that she is watching over me. Maybe somewhere in the ether and beyond, she can see Lila grow up, but I have to continue marching forward without her by my side as far as my life goes.
Year One - Coming into Color
Over the last year, a lot has happened to my life. I became a mother to a vivacious Miss Lila, who constantly keeps me on my feet and tugs at my heartstrings with her big beautiful laugh. My capacity for love has grown tenfold as I embrace my inner momma bear and go through the world playing this new role.