May 12th is Happy Mother’s Day.
Since I am part Mi’kmaq, I decided to share a bit of knowledge. Happy Mother’s Day in Mi’kmaq is Wli-kiju’ na’kwekm, pronounced Wooly guy-jew naa-gweck-um.
This past year has been more challenging as a parent than it had been any time before. Parenting a child with a mental illness can be very demanding, but it is worth it. It is during difficult time that you realize the strength that you have as a parent.
“When no one believes in you there will always be your mother still supporting you.” – Unknown
I still remember the day my daughter was born like it was yesterday. I had a difficult third trimester and was barely eating. My workplace was having a holiday party and I attended. I barely ate and felt really uncomfortable in the chair. Upon returning home, I couldn’t sleep. My stomach was hurting. I thought it was due to forcing myself to eat. My spouse woke up in the middle of the night and realize I was still up. He asked me what was wrong. I told him I was having a stomach ache and the pain was worse every 2 minutes. He jumped and declared we were going to the hospital. The pain wasn’t strong and it wasn’t cramps. It felt more like heartburn. I didn’t want to go, but there was no talking him down. Thank goodness for his stubbornness. We were at the hospital for less than 5 minutes when I lost my waters and a few minutes later, I was holding her in my arms. The guy with the epidural arrived in the room and saw I was holding my baby girl in my arms. It went so fast even the doctor almost missed her birth.