It's my mom's birthday. She would be 73 years old today had she not died at 65. My mom's birthday is a super hard day because it highlights what should be in stark contrast to what actually is. My mom should be celebrating turning 73.
Grieving while raising kids and catering to a husband and every other obligation sucks.
I would argue it makes the process take longer. Then again, I am not sure this process of grieving the loss of a mother ever ends.
A couple of days ago, I felt so relieved. I saw this tweet of an unretouched picture of Cindy Crawford in lingerie. It was as if Cindy Crawford was telling me it's ok to be me. It's ok to have a belly that jiggles. It's ok to have some dimples in places other than my face.
I am starting high school tomorrow! No, I'm not. My son is. And I am emotional and anxious. I think because my starting high school FEELS like yesterday, I am feeling extra attached to my son and projecting. Just a bit.