Along the Broken Road

A Love Without Limits

Mason is finally asleep and I am very uncomfortably lying next to him in his Lightning McQueen bed. What a challenge bedtime was tonight! He is currently obsessed with legos and was building a firetruck with Vinnie as I told him it was time to go potty and then night-night. He threw a huge tantrum because there was one tiny little piece missing and he didn’t want to leave the truck unfinished. We tried reasoning with him and explaining it was already late and that we’d look again in the morning because the piece was nowhere to be found, but in true “threenager” fashion he dropped to the floor and screamed bloody murder for the godforsaken lego piece. (Can you tell what a huge fan I am?)

I was left with no other choice but to pick him up kicking and screaming and bring him to his bed. At first it was that defiant, exaggerated, and – for lack of a better word – bratty cry that small children often use when they don’t get their way. After a solid half hour or so, though, it turned into a genuine sob. He cried as if he’d lost the most important thing in the world to him. His cheeks were covered in his salty tears and his little squeals of agony were absolutely heart wrenching. So much so that the disciplinarian in me took a backseat to the nurturing mother that could not stand to see her baby in so much pain. I pulled him close, told him I was sorry he was so sad, and cried with him. Then I held him until he finally calmed down and closed his eyes.

He won’t remember this moment when he is older. Hell, it’ll probably be forgotten in the morning when he wakes up. Lord knows that legos are not worth that kind of heartache and that’s a lesson he will inevitably learn as he faces real challenges in his life, as we all do.

The truth is, it wasn’t about the lego for me. That little white snap block will turn up somewhere in this house and all will be right in Mason’s world once more.

What I was really thinking about in those moments was all the things I won’t be able to protect him from as he grows up. I hope he lives a wonderful life and that future struggles are minimal, but many things will be completely out of my control.

And then I thought about my mom.

What she must have felt witnessing me go through the darkest moments of my life and not being able to make it all go away. Watching me bury my husband with a huge pregnant belly and all the difficult changes I had to endure in such a short period of time thereafter. I know she would have traded places with me in a heartbeat to spare me from the pain I was feeling.

But she couldn’t.

There was nothing she could do other than to be there, listen, hold me as I cried, and support me unconditionally as I started to move forward with my new life. I hope, from the very bottom of my heart, that she knows that was enough and that the gratitude I feel for her during that time of my life is second to none.

And I hope one day Mason will look back on his life and remember a mom who’d do anything for him – even if it meant helping him build the same lego firetruck a million times to see him smile.

 

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Photo taken by Melissa Perez of Simply Captivating

5 comments

  1. Teri Carter

    Beautifully said and I as a Mother with grown adult children can say your Mother knows how very much she touched your life. She sees it in the Awesome person., Mother you’ve become.
    Nothing like a Mothers unconditional ❤️. Thanks for sharing. It touched my heart.

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  2. Carolina R Oquendo

    I have two teenagers right now. Your blog is excellent and very true. All you could do is teach, guide them and pray that their mistakes are minimal because they have a mind of their own. May God bless your family.

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  3. Mari

    Dearest Maeghan. I have been following your story since the very beginning & have finally decided to reach out to you and tell you that I admire you and praise you for sharing your story. You and I share very similar stories. I also lost my husband the father to my two beautiful kids in a car accident 21 years ago. My daughter had just turned 6 yrs old and my son was 18 months old. I thought that my life was never going to be the same again and was petrified of what life was going to throw at me. To not go too much into detail because I would more than likely right on here forever I can tell you that God blessed me in more ways than one. I had a tremendous support team. My Mother and Father helped me raise my babies and 3 years later I met the most amazing man that has helped me raise my children like if they were his own. 18 years later and we are still going strong. I congratulate you and Vinnie and wish you all a life full of joy and happiness. May God continue to bless baby Mason. He is just so gorgeous. Much love ❤️

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