When I was a little girl growing up I had quite the reputation, not a bad one mind you, but in our little community everyone knew my name. I was what my parent’s liked to call a social butterfly; between my inability to see anyone as a stranger; a trait I’ve wearily passed onto our sons, and athletic prowess my parents soon became know to anyone who’d meet me as “Danielle’s Dad and Mom”. Not Micheal and Diane. Not Mr. and Mrs. Hinton. Danielle’s Dad and Mom; no first name required. This is a right of parenthood that even in my adult life my parents still tease me about.
Ever since becoming a mother I have anxiously awaited this right of parenthood, but today as I messaged one of Jack’s classmates Mom’s and proudly signed the email with “Danielle King, Jack’s Mom” for the first time I realized yet another parental right that had been taken away from me along with our baby boy, the opportunity to be referred to as “Everett’s Mom”. It was then and there that I decided I would not let this right be taken away from me along with every other memory and milestone we were robbed of. I decided that with every post and picture I share with you in memory of our baby boy I will claim the right I earned through 12 hours of labor birthing his still body into this world; I will claim the title “Everett’s Mom”.
From this life until the next,