Right around Christmas it happened.
“Mom, I just got my highest score ever!”
How did this happen?? Where would you learn such a word??
I called up Grant and told him Tyler was calling me “Mom”, and he said he was sorry. Then he got “Dad”.
Ever time Tyler calls me “Mom” I feel a pang of sadness. I can’t get used to it. I feel like I will never get used to it.
Tyler is still my baby, but now, I am “Mom”.
Where has Eeyore gone? The stuffed animal you used to take everywhere with you. The one you couldn’t fall asleep without. The one you would secretly hide in your backpack when you went to kindergarten.
“Mommy” and Eeyore are gone. For now I’m going to treasure that you still watch “Umi Zoomie” and still believe my kiss can make your boo boos feel better.
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Emily Cullen is a pen-name.
I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system.
I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills.
In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.
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