We connected at that point. Not just as a mother and daughter, but as one mama to another mama. Now that I'm a mom, I get it. When I think of all that Sylas has been through, it tears me apart. Oh, boy, do I get it.
But as much as my mom's love wants to take this pain from me, I'm glad it didn't happen to her. This story is mine. If it wasn't mine, then Sylas wouldn't be mine and Lucia and Cadence wouldn't be mine and Bennet, Tryg and Lincoln wouldn't be mine. I'm a jealous mama and I love my story. In all of its beautiful tragedy, I love it. It's made me who I am.
A joyful, grieving, mother of seven.