My brother constantly reminds me.. "You are their mother. You will always be their mother." The whimperer within me sniffles, "So?". He points to our parents (who are still married) and asks me, "If mom had divorced dad, who would you turn to, who would make sure you had the birthdays, the celebrations, who would be safe?" The answer to each was my mom.
He tells me how good it is that the kids call me when something goes wrong, that I'm here, that I'm not going anywhere. That I'm their mom.
Sometimes what we take for granted in ourselves is the most treasured in the ones we love the most.
