So because I know this has happened to more women than just myself I'm going to post something that I found on this site.
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Hello, my name is Brenda Washburn-Fallon, and I'm a mom.
I will never bake a birthday cake for my son Rory. I will never trip over his toys, or raise an eyebrow over his taste in music. I will never see him get married and have children of his own. My son is an Angel. And I am his mom.
I have no living children. But I am a mom, and I defy anyone to tell me otherwise. I have known the joy of carrying my child, however briefly. I have known the ultimate pain a mother can know, the day I realized my child would never grow up. I have dreamed, and hoped, and prayed, and loved as deeply as anyone I know. I am a mom in every sense of the word.
I have a lot of friends who, like me, are moms of angels. Some of them have other, living children. You know what they tell me? They tell me no child replaces their angel. They tell me their angel is as much their child as their living child. They tell me I'm a mom.
Sometimes I want to rage at the well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) idiots of the world who tell me "it wasn't meant to be" or "you can have other children" or "it wasn't like you had time to get attached" or any of the other assinine things they say. And boy do I get really crazy on Mother's Day. Just try finding a "mom of an angel" card at your local Hallmark store.
Being the mom of an angel is frustrating. At times I feel it defines who I am. At times I feel like a mom, at times I feel like a lost and scared little girl with no answers and no idea of how I got to this place in my life. Sometimes I thank god for my son, other times I curse god for my pain. And you know what I've learned along the way? That these feelings prove, beyond shadow of a doubt that I AM A MOM!!!
And so are you. From one mom to another, I wish you comfort, love, peace and compassion in the difficult times ahead. And remember, nobody knew that Clark Kent was Superman... but that made him no less Superman. Maybe we should all duck into a phone booth and put on a red cape with a big "M" for "Mom" on it once in a while....? Yeah, we're not just moms. We're Supermoms. Even if the rest of the world doesn't get it, we know.
