The Daily Adventures of Raising an Only Child
The month of November is a month of thanks. We acknowledge and appreciate what we have been given and why we are thankful for it.
Many people can be found posting pictures daily on social media saying how thankful they are for a spouse to hold, a roof over their heads, food on the table. These are all excellent things to be thankful for, and I am as well. I’d like to go out on a limb this year and say that I’m thankful for the path that lead me to motherhood.
Would I have chosen it on my own? Absolutely not.
Can I go back in time and change anything? Not that I’m aware of…
Can I use what I’ve learned to make me a better person and mother? Yes, most definitely.
It is possible that I could have been an excellent mother even without the infertility struggle and loss of Jack. However, all of the tears cried, aching of body and soul, and actual literal bloodshed at times…. it brought me to right here and right now.
There was a time in my life in the not so distant past that I never imagined I would be sitting here today and writing this post. No amount of words can express how thankful I am to be Thomas’ mom, no matter how hard I try.
So thank you, God/whoever is up there, I doubted you for so long and you ended up giving me something I could never have dreamed of.