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when you’re not a mom

motherhood

There are 16 days of school left until summer vacation.

[I’m not counting, you’re counting!]

It’s also been two days since Mother’s Day.

This year, Mother’s Day hit me hard.

If I’m being really honest, it hit me really hard.

Let me back up, though.

I had a nice day on Sunday. Tony Ace spoiled me with a beautiful hanging basket & a cute, soft, comfy ‘dog mom’ tee. I proudly wore it all day. I am so proud to be Ace’s mom, but that’s for another day.

Mother's Day

I spent time with Tony’s mom and my sister in law, over a wonderful brunch. I was also able to deliver dinner to my mom, who had spent the day driving home from moving my sis, Justine, to Omaha for her summer internship.

It was a nice day.

But…

It hit me hard.

After my loss last year so close to this holiday, I had told myself that my next Mother’s Day would be different. I had convinced myself that good things were to come. I promised myself that next Mother’s Day I could very easily be holding a baby in my arms or in my belly.

I think what hit me hard was the fact that, yet again, I’m not even close.

There are many times I try to tell myself to suck it up, that I’ve been through worse. But, Mother’s Day morning, I was gentle on myself. I sat on our back steps, with the morning sun on my face, Ace circling at my feet, and I cried.

It felt weak, until it didn’t.

The relief was needed.

The day was for celebrating some amazing women in my life. I wanted to be able to celebrate them without the fear of a lip quiver or a crocodile tear on my cheek. Because being a mom deserves allllll the celebrations; it is a true blessing just to get the title.

 I also realized, more than anything, that as much as every mom deserves to be celebrated, I deserve that moment on my back steps to be sad. I realized it is okay for me to let my heart ache, and it’s okay to be weak.

Some of my weakest moments have helped me find my strength.

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On a related note, I was recently given the title of Godmother, and that in itself has made my heart smile 🙂

Welp, I need to rest up, there’s a special birthday tomorrow.

Thanks for being here.

xo my darlings,

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