My world stopped turning on October 10, 2006. I was 20 years old. I was interning at a primary school about to head home for fall break when I had a voicemail from my dad to call him. The news was tragic. My mother had taken her own life. The reality of never getting to see her again, or hug her, or kiss her, or tell her how much I loved her began to sink …....
I was 25 years old, a full-time primary school teacher and 20 weeks pregnant with our little ‘surprise’ package. It just happened to be our 2nd wedding anniversary when the morphology ultrasound was booked. Lying on that ultrasound table I felt sick. I was no longer ill from morning sickness, just sick from the quiet joy, which was bouncing from wall to wall. The young man ....
I remember the first time I heard the words that will stay with me forever. I remember the smile on the woman’s face as she looked at me with envy and I remember the pride that exuded from me that day thinking I had just won a gold medal. No those words weren’t you are amazing. No they weren’t you are so smart or kind. They weren’t even you are beautiful. Those words,....
