Mother's Day

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" Dear Diary,

I am still getting used to being a mother, of having to take care of someone else other than myself. But I don't regret my decision to stay in this town and to be with my son. I've never celebrated holidays, much less Mother's Day. There are plenty of moments when doubt creeps in, insecurities and fears are in the depths of my mind worried that I may somehow hurt or fail my son in some way. Am I doing enough? Am I capable of providing the love and support my son deserves? I may be new to this role of motherhood, still working through the challenges that accompany it, but one thing remains - I do not regret my decision to stay in Storybrooke and be with my son.

As Mother's Day arrives, I find myself navigating uncharted territory. I've never celebrated holidays, much less Mother's Day, but this year is different. As I reflect on the meaning of Mother's Day, I am filled with a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to experience the joys and challenges of motherhood firsthand.

Today, I had woken up to smelling bacon and eggs and when I came down, my son had been making breakfast, with the help from his grandfather of course. He said he had wanted to do something nice for me on Mother's Day, but I'm still not used to this. Maybe I never fully will be used to having to help take care of my son or to know I have someone who relies on me but seeing my son grin as he put the food on a plate, I felt a warmth in me I hadn't felt at all in my life and while I may not always know what to do or have all those uncertain thoughts in my head. I know that being able to spend this first Mother's Day with my son is something special that I will never forget.

So dear Diary, this Mother's Day I not only got to spend it with my son, despite having to split the time between me and his adoptive mother, but I've learned how much I do love my son and am glad I stayed, I also got to experience new things. I've never been really given a gift before after being on my own, but Henry had chosen to get me a couple of things which I will probably always cherish, he had gotten me a new keychain for my car keys and he had also printed out a picture of me and him and had given it in a frame he had decorated for me.

As the day comes to a close and Mother's Day ends, I find myself going to bed with a smile on my face, happier than I have felt in a long time and knowing that when I wake up in the morning I'll also be able to spend that with my son.

Happy Mother's Day,
Emma Swan"

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