Over the last month I have had more heart to hearts and real adult conversations with my Mom than I have had in 27 years, not because I didn’t want too before but because I felt like I couldn’t fully let go or let my mom know how much I struggle or how human I really am…for fear of disappointment.
I am human, we all are.
It’s okay to lean on the people in our lives and let them do things for us, I know that now.
Because…when you can’t do things, can’t get out of bed or just blatantly feel off, sometimes you just need to ask for help and it’s there.
It makes me sad to think that I needed grief to hit me like a fucking wrecking ball to know how many people I have to lean on.
Thank you, thank you to all of you.
But especially, thank you to my Mom.
Thank you for everything you have done for me and my family and OUR family in the last month.
Thank you for holding your shit together for me, when you didn’t need too.
Thank you for making wholesome foods and cleaning my home in a way that I would appreciate.
Thank you for being concerned more about my well-being than your own in some of those moments.
Thank you for holding my leg, crying with me and telling me I was doing a good job as I birthed our sweet Willa Bird.
Thank you for dealing with the hospital staff, that DIDN’T get it.
Thank you for telling me that, this experience is probably the hardest thing anyone would ever have to experience and just how strong we were and ARE.
THANK YOU FOR NOT HOLDING YOUR SHIT TOGETHER SOMETIMES.
Thank you for listening to my relentless rants, when I felt like I wasn’t being heard.
Thank you for being available whenever I need an ear.
Thank you for processing this whole FUCKED up experience with me.
Thank you for the photos of Willas tiny feet and loving AND cherishing every time Oakley cries along with me.
Thank you for supporting and loving myself and my family through this.
And Thank you for loving my GIRLS just as hard and as strong as you loved AND LOVE your three girls.
YOU my best friend, are the most selfless beautiful person I have ever met in my entire life.
And for you, I am thankful.
Happiest of birthdays to you, you beautiful soul.
I love you more than words or tears can describe.
And… final note, my teenage self, meant every single one of those words that I wrote to you.
I meant them and I mean them.
p.p.s No words could ever describe how thankful for you, I truly am.