A beautiful smiling face had awakened me out of another restless sleep. He stared at me intently, waiting for a sign of life then said,
“Hi Momma. Breakfast?”
Before I could answer, he took off running scampering as fast as his happy feet could carry him. I wished that I had his energy as I dragged my tired and weak body out of bed.
In the kitchen, the sun shone brightly through windows, accentuating the filth they had collected over the fall and winter months. I made my way to the patio door and paused to feel the sun to lightly kiss my pale cheeks. I slid down the wall slowly to the floor, allowing the sun’s bright rays to briefly recharge my soul.
Soon after Chunky had taken a place next to me. It was a nonchalant hint to get moving because he was hungry and ready to start the day. I took in a breath, feeling thankful that he keeps me motivated enough to move forward, one foot at a time.
I am thankful that this little spirit keeps me fighting every day.
A couple of weeks ago, Katherine Stone, author of Postpartum Progress, asked if I wanted to become a part of something very grande. It would allow me to take my struggles with postpartum depression and turn it into a loud voice that will help others. She asked me to be a contributing writer and I was completely blown away. And most definitely honoured.
In my current state of mind, I knew what I was going to write first.
My love for my son.
I really don’t know where I would be without this love, without this awesome little soul that drives me to keep fighting every day.
I love him dearly.
To read more, please head over to Postpartum Progress.
Thank you to all of you for your continued support during this difficult time. You all amaze the shit out of me and I couldn’t be more thankful for every comment, tweet, email and prayers you all send. This community? Rocks.