Happy Mother’s day, Robbin. This is the second mother’s day since you passed and the first that I am a full fledged mom.
You were supposed to be here, to see my child and your grandchild. You were supposed to be here to give me advice, wanted and unwanted. You were supposed to be here to delight in seeing him smile (via Skype, but still), chatter his nonsense words (and later his first words and sentences), crawl around and couch-surf at only 8 months. You were supposed to be here so I can call you in the middle of the night (my middle of the night, your day time) when I’m frustrated and sometimes in tears that my little guy won’t sleep and I’m so exhausted. You were just supposed to be here.
But, you’re not here. And I miss you. Happy Mother’s day, Mom.