Four years ago, I was blissfully unaware this day existed.
Three years ago, I was in the fog, and this day mostly snuck up on me.
Two years ago, I was 8 months pregnant, terrified for myself and my living child.
One year ago, we cuddled at home, and I think I had finally started to breathe.
This past year has been opening,
The year I “woke” to life and everything;
The year I grew as a writer and a person,
And it still all comes down to him—
The little boy who grew in my stomach,
Who tickled my ribs,
Who taught me what love is.
The little boy who left me too early,
But whose very existence
First made me a mom.
Today is International Bereaved Mothers’ Day, and I am so very thankful for the opportunity to honor my identity and his. #AdrianJamesHernandez, always 💙🐘💙