Since my losses, I dread Mother's Day each year. As the day approaches I talk to Mom and express my sadness and what-not. Every year, she goes out of her way to do something small in honor of my babies.
This year, however, the week(s) leading up to Mother's Day was/were a breeze. I knew it was coming, but it wasn't as nearly as hard as the past several years. As a result, I didn't talk about it. I didn't need to. This led to an all-out panic on Saturday night. What if, because I didn't make it known that I still need/want that recognition no one does anything? What if, because I didn't mention it to mom, she doesn't do anything? I tried to tell myself that I'd hold it together, and that it wasn't her job to do something, and really, I shouldn't expect it. And I didn't expect it, really, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't HOPE that she'd do something.
Well, as usual, my worries and freak-out was unwarrented. Within minutes of arriving at Mom's she sent Niecelet out with a box and a card. In the box was a gorgeous multi-colored pearl set that consisted of a necklace, bracelet, and earrings. Inside the card was a lovely, heartfelt, handwritten note from my sister. Turns out that set was from the baby because I'm her Godmother.
That's not all though. After that was said and done, mom gave me another box. Inside the second box was a necklace with a heart charm. The charm had the word "Love" engraved in it along with six little stones. Later, when we were alone outside, she pointed out the stones and said "There are 6. One for you, one for Chris, and one for each of your babies." Have I mentioned that I LOVE my Mom?!
I love that she makes it a point to do these things for me on the days I need them most. She does something each Christmas too. I hate that she has reason to understand but love that she does. I'm very lucky to have her as part of my support network.
As for pictures, I haven't gotten any yet, but hope to soon. When I do I'll share them with you.