Dreaded Holiday? Not Yet.

Well this Sunday should have been my first Mother's Day as a mom.
 
I guess some would say I am a mom....

I would say that technically I'm a mom, too, but to explain it to the random person who asks, "Do you have kids?" ...well.... do I really want to go there with a stranger and, really, does she want the truth?: "Well, my boy is buried out in Niles, his death certificate says 'interuterine fetal demise,' and then there's that miscarriage in February...."  can you imagine the look on that stranger's face?  As she's buying her mother's day flowers? 

So instead, I just say, "No, not yet." and I feel so gypped. 
Because it's not fully true.  But it's actually pretty true. 

But what am I going to do?  Feel sorry for myself all the time?  I suppose I could.  But that's just not me.
 
All I can do is look forward to future Mother's Days -- where I will get some ugly ass necklace made of painted macaroni (and when I get it, it won't be an ugly ass necklace!) and burnt breakfast in bed (for the record, I currently get breakfast in bed by my wonderful husband, but he doesn't burn stuff; I am going on the assumption that my children will burn the food... or themselves, in which case, I'd spend Mother's Day at the ER, dodging DCFS, but I digress)...

I don't know if my friends or family are wondering, but for the record, I am not dreading Mother's Day this year (plus, I have an extra week to prepare for it, as we are celebrating Mother's Day next weekend).  And I won't dread it next year, either.  I hope that for the foreseeable future, I will continue to look forward to my own Mother's Day when my kids will be running around like wild animals bringing me presents and breakfast and driving me bonkers.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there!