I have several friends who are motherless. I still have my mom, so my heart is full of sympathy when I hear and read their stories, but I’ve never been able to fully relate because she’s here….very much here, living just 25 minutes away.
But how often did I ever think that I would possibly leave my own children motherless? Pretty much never. I’m scared of dying in a car crash, but I just drive slower as a result.
So, several weeks ago, when I nearly died, saving myself by breaking my wrist in the worst place possible, breaking a rib, spraining a thumb and my ankle, I faced the reality of nearly – so closely that it’s hard to think about – leaving my two tweens motherless.
I’m constantly reminding myself how lucky we all are that I’m still around. I don’t want to be a memory nor leave them in grief forever more. I want to see everything that they do, for as long as I can.
Was this accident meant to happen to help me slow down and appreciate what’s right in front of me? Perhaps. I may bitch about the complexities of being a mom, but in no way would I ever walk away from it.
I’ve embraced my kids more than usual these past few weeks.
I’ve looked back on that moment death came knocking at my door – more times than I’d like to admit.
But they still have me. With broken bones and all. I’ve never felt so appreciated in my life.
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Well put Holly. I’m a motherless mother — having lost my mom over 10 years ago — she sadly never met my son. Your kids are blessed to have both you and your mother in their lives, and consider this……you are modeling for your family the power of resilience and strength. By toughing out your painful recovery, they are witnessing a persons ability to heal, bounce back, and take the good with the challenging in life. What better lesson to teach your kids than by example. I wish you a smooth recovery with lessening pain!