My Mother’s Day weekend was all about making strides and delivering hope. It was a wonderful way to celebrate Mother’s Day…remembering those that are no longer with us and holding on tight to those that are here with us. If you missed my story about preeclampsia, you can read that here.
Our family participated in the Promise Walk for Preeclampsia.
There was sadness and heartache.
There were lots of tears.
But mostly there was hope.
Hope for a cure for this life-threatening disorder, which can strike any pregnant woman.
Hope to spread awareness to pregnant women about the signs and symptoms of preeclampsia before it’s too late.
As I watched people wipe away tears, I looked down at my beautiful babies.
And realized more than ever, just how lucky I am.
I am a survivor.
My kids are survivors.
This Mother’s Day was special.
I am one of those lucky Moms.
I get to hold on tight to my babies. Kiss my babies. Hug my babies.
Celebrate how far we have come.
And admire the beautiful little people they have become.
To all you wonderful Mother’s out there, I hope your day was special too. I hope you soaked up your little ones and celebrated….motherhood.