He Made Me a Mom

My second Mother’s Day without Connor has come and gone, but the part that remains is that he’s still gone.  I still have a hard time reconciling that, but I continue to be reminded when I reach for my phone to call him, or see his friends graduating or hear about friends whose kids are getting married.  All things I’ll never get to do with Connor again. 

Mother’s Day was as nice as it could be.  I’m fortunate to still have my mother so we went to a tearoom like we used to do.  My husband made a delicious dinner and my younger son gave me flowers and a sweet card.   Despite how nice the day was, it’s hard celebrating being a mom when the one who first made you a mom is no longer here. 

I found a website that does memory bears. I was reluctant to send any piece of Connor away, but I'm glad I did. I had his favorite Polo shirt turned into a bear so that I can hug (a piece of) him whenever I want. It came just in time for Mother's Day, which I was grateful for. It was almost like he sent me a gift to celebrate making me a Mom. ∞