Labor Day was Monday. This holiday has never held much value to me other than being a day I did not have to go to work. But this Labor Day my heart hurt a little bit. It hurt because during my day off I was reminded of who is missing. It was a day off that I should have been spending with my 10 1/2 month old child making memories. It was a day that I should have been making preparations for a baby on the way.
I guess every birthday, summer break and holiday (no matter how mundane) will be like that. I will be reminded of who is missing and the experiences we should be having together. It may get easier with time or it may not. I will learn how to accept it and endure it, easy or not. The fact of the matter is, there is a part of me that is missing, that will always be missing. Some days the missing part has a stronger pull on my heart. Monday was one of those days.
I guess every birthday, summer break and holiday (no matter how mundane) will be like that. I will be reminded of who is missing and the experiences we should be having together. It may get easier with time or it may not. I will learn how to accept it and endure it, easy or not. The fact of the matter is, there is a part of me that is missing, that will always be missing. Some days the missing part has a stronger pull on my heart. Monday was one of those days.
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