You’re so strong, I’m told. Over and over again.
I’ve heard it since 2012 when we did our whole craniosynostosis journey. What I thought would be my hardest walk as a mother.
And the fact that I already have a Strong Like Mom photo shoot seems little unfair too. Last year I loved finding these shirts and thinking, we can take on the world if we do it together.
I’m not strong, I didn’t get a choice in any of this. Trust me, I wouldn't choose this. I used to be able to find comfort in being strong, to be able to find the beauty of tragedy, a way to heal through them. I did it time and time again. it became harder each time. But this time I’m not strong anymore. I’ve given up, and I feel like I’m being dragged down this road, day by day, kicking and screaming. Begging to go back in time and change it, so I don’t have to be strong ever again.
No, I’m not strong anymore. You can’t be strong when a heart inside of you stops beating.