Mom

The story

I am a mom. I made the doll to be fun, like me - wild, curly hair, colorful clothes, and funky jewelry. But it wasn't always like that. I remember times when it seemed there was no color or fun left in the world, as if my eyes had been blinded to the wonder of life. Replaced, instead, with blue and gray hues of sadness and sorrow and red slashes of anger. Then, I found something within myself. I found strength. I found character. I found purpose. I have a wonderful son, who is growing each day into a most incredible young man, and I am a part of that. My doll, therefore, represents the color and fun that has been returned to my life - the wonder of my son. Thanks so much for including moms in this project!! What an amazing opportunity for women to share their common experience with other women. MOM I am MOM. I cry real tears. I gave this to my son. He was just 4 days old when he nearly died because of what I gave him. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know I was a carrier. I am MOM. I watch in amazement as he grows each day. I stand back as he learns to care for himself. He is resilient. I am thankful he is otherwise healthy and has no complications. But I worry. Each and every day. That the blood product we put into his arm each month isn’t the treatment that takes him from me. I cry real tears. I am MOM Angie is a Caucasian woman who lives in Spring Arbor, Michigan.