Not Broken

Someone posted this on Facebook today and I love it. It describes me and my life quite well. I have a lot of shattered pieces glued together from the past. Some of those shards still cut through my heart. Last night my oldest daughter told me that she and her sister would probably not be coming to see me on Mother's Day. They are going to their stepmother's parents' house instead. I know they consider their stepmom to be their "real" mom due to circumstances, and I understand why. But I can't say that it doesn't hurt tremendously to not see my children on Mother's Day. I love them more than I can even begin to say in words, and I just pray they know that every day of their lives. As my mom told me this morning, I may hurt because of this but I have a responsibility to keep myself together for my son's sake. I still have a chance to be the mom to him that I couldn't be to my girls when they were little. I intend to not fail so much with him. Sometimes I feel like I fail anyway, but I'm trying. Of course, I tried with my daughters, and still do, but life had some twists that we never saw coming.

So no, I am not put together at all, but I'm trying to find the beauty in the good moments, to remember the good memories, and make new ones along the way. Some parts of my life are ugly. They are called my mistakes. I don't get a do over. I'm just doing the best I can with what I have. It's all anyone can do.

I hope everyone who reads this has a Happy Mother's Day.