I feel like people don't want to hear about it much anymore. But the grief is still there, strong as ever. I miss my mom. Mother's Day weekend doesn't feel like something for me to celebrate. I just want to crawl under the covers and sleep away the tears.
That's not going to happen with 3 littles who need their mommy, so I slink off to the bathroom and wipe away the tears. I put on my smile and sing the Itsy Bitsy Soider for the hundredth time and play I Spy in the car and act like Juliet hasn't spied the green in the trees for the tenth time in a row.
Life is good, beautiful, and busy. But oh how I miss my mom so.