A little note to myself

I wrote in my journal for the first time in almost a year yesterday. I wrote an apology to my living children for "checking out" for the last two years. It was therapeutic to voice my feelings of insecurity for the kind of mother I have become in the wake of our loss. Today I woke up to a post shared by someone on Facebook about grief. And I got to thinking about what I am doing right!
 I honor my Son:
By forgiving those that hurt me, whether they apologize or not
By waking each morning and doing the best I can
By smiling when something brings me pleasure
By crying when something makes me sad
By sharing our story with any that care to hear it
By loving unconditionally, deeply and eternally
By hugging each of my children a little longer
By allowing others to lift me when I am weak
By taking a moment (or more) for myself so that I feel recharged