I miss being a mom. I miss hearing a child say to me, "I love you." I miss having that purpose in my life. I miss all the good and all the bad that comes with being "mom." Being mom is the most difficult and challenging job in the world, and I long for it with all of my soul.
When I see little children with the glint of light in their eyes, I ache with pain. Their laughter affirms how my life has been robbed of that joy. I see them grab the hand of their mom or dad and I yearn to hold my son's hand and hug his neck, to feel the warmth of him living.
I miss being a mom.
When I see little children with the glint of light in their eyes, I ache with pain. Their laughter affirms how my life has been robbed of that joy. I see them grab the hand of their mom or dad and I yearn to hold my son's hand and hug his neck, to feel the warmth of him living.
I miss being a mom.
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