I didn't have a supportive, caring partner at my side for my short but rough pregnancy. I didn't have a full term pregnancy & a healthy baby boy. I don't get to share this magical time of my son growing up with another caring parent. That all makes me very sad when I actually let myself dwell on it. However, as I am a busy, single working mom I don't let myself do that very often. I have too much to do.
What did I get? I got Halloween this year. It was exactly what I had hoped that it could be. My two year old finally decided that he WOULD wear his costume after fighting it for two weeks. Zach had a blast being out in the world surrounded by people, exploring the magic that was Halloween night.
I find myself scared to be hopeful about experiences anymore as so many were nothing close to how I wanted them to be. As we continue to have these great experiences, I find that part of myself slowly healing.
What else did I get? This great picture that my friend captioned "Come on Mommy! Let's go follow the yellow brick road."
