I never thought or ever imagined, I would be a mother of an angel.
In 2014, I had front row seats to watch my 6 year old son die in a hospital bed, during a vicious fight against blood cancer.
In the early stages of grief, everything is unreal, it’s excruciating and unbearable to say the least.
Everyday I cried out for my son, screaming, ” I want you back! I need you here with me! I need to see you! I need to feel you! I need your hugs and kisses! I wanna hold you, please come back!”
I miss that warm sweet, tender, silly, funny, physical little boy. His physical presence is what my heart desires and it’s painful not to have him here. It’s just so hard for my heart to understand.
It’s just not normal.
As time passes by, I realized that although my son is not physically here, I have continued to mother him in a supernatural way everyday.
In a way that I continue to learn from him, continue to love on him, still continue to talk to him and grow with him. He still makes mommy proud and makes mommy smile. I’m still his mother, he is still my son.
I learned to take pride in the fact that I was chosen to be Bryant’s mommy, the mother of an Angel on earth. I was given this sacred gift, this special love that will forever be mine.
The only way to see my son again is by doing all things with God. That’s our main goal as a family now, to make it to the finish line and meet our boy Bryant in his new home, in God’s Kingdom.
Bryant’s mom 4ever