I am a mother. Yes, my arms are empty--but I'm still a mother. If you look at my belly, you'll see the evidence that a little someone grew there--see? I'm a mother.There is a child that I love more than life itself, a child that I would lay down in front of a speeding train for--that's motherly love.
And I loved that child so much I let him go.
So, please don't tiptoe around the word "mother" with me. I carried a beautiful boy for nine months, and then watched my beautiful boy die. If that doesn't qualify me for mother status, I don't know what does. Just don't expect me for dinner on Sunday--frankly, I'm not in the mood. Check back next year.