My mom and I had always been the best of friends. Through good times and bad (and there were plenty) I always knew she would be there for me. She spent her whole life doing for others especially my brother and I. I guess I kind of took it for granted that she would always be there. She loved my dog so much and considered her the "Grandbaby" especially since neither my brother or I had children yet. I always knew that when the day came and I had a child of my own she would be an AMAZING Grandmother and she couldn't wait for that day to come. She always told me that I was going to be a wonderful mother and I knew if I took after her (which so many people said I did) that I definitely would be. I looked forward to every Mother's Day because I always loved buying her presents, taking her to brunch and making her feel extra special on that day. I couldn't repay her for everything she's always done for me but I knew how much she loved the fuss that her "Grandbaby" and I always made on Mother's Day.
After she died life seemed to stop for me. The emptiness was unbearable and I dreaded Mother's Day every year after that. How could I ever feel good about that day again, I just didn't know how.
I met my husband after she passed away and after trying and having several miscarriages we finally decided to adopt a baby. The waiting seemed to go on forever. Just when we were about to give up hope, the phone rang and our miracle arrived on July 31, 2007. I couldn't believe it, I thought it would never happen. My only regret is that he would never meet his wonderful Grandmother but I always tell him about his Angel Grandma who is looking out for him.
This year on Mother's Day for the first time in 10 years, I woke up with a smile and I know my mom was smiling down on all of us.
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