More than 20 years ago, I developed prenatal depression.
I didn’t know it was a disorder. I just knew I felt extreme sadness – like a black hole was sucking me under.
I cried for 30 days straight.
Some days I could barely pull myself out of bed.
I was five months pregnant with my son, the bread-winner of my family, and out of work.
Life seemed hopeless and I felt like a failure.
My mom, who lived a few hours away, got wind of what was happening with me, took time off of work and drove to my house.
She stayed for at least a week. Maybe two.
She held me. She listened. She cried with me.
And then she made me write 10 things I’ve accomplished.
I reluctantly did what she asked.
When I finished, she asked me to read them aloud.
Then, she grabbed my hands, looked me in the eye and said, “Now tell me, if you were reading that and talking about anyone other than yourself, wouldn’t you say that’s one remarkable person?”
I cried. She cried.
In that moment, She helped me see some light in my darkness.
THAT’S WHAT MOTHER’S DO!
That’s my mom.
She wasn’t perfect but she always seemed to find the right things to say or do when I needed her most.
I am a better mother because of her.
Happy Mother’s Day mommy. I love you!
GUNNAR
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