This year (for obvious reason), Mothers Day stung. I actually missed the way too early breakfast in bed, that got crumbs all over my sheets. Once again, the reality of it all smacked me in the face that my entire life was different and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it…except keep going (after a short pity party of course).

So, I went downstairs and since breakfast wasn’t going to make itself, I made my favorite gluten free cinnamon cake. It was delicious.

Different doesn’t have to be bad.

Fast forward to Fathers Day…

Zac’s teacher messaged me with concern over how to address the project this year. First off, I totally appreciate her being so thoughtful, as to how he would react and making sure she had a plan in place to address things. During all of this I realized more and more that just because their dad is gone, doesn’t mean that the boys aren’t surrounded by love.

Their “grownups” (which is what I refer to at school for my kids in regards to the people to take care of them… because everyone’s situation is different) care so much about them.

Now I could go down my rabbit hole, or I can change my perspective. What I’ve realized is that it’s all about how you move forward and adapt to the changes thrown at you.

How lucky am I? My father is so involved with his grandsons, that Zac wants to make his Father’s Day project for him and thinks nothing of that.

No, nothing is the same as it was last year and it never would be… but we aren’t the same either.