My first official Mothers Day was in 2013, 6 months after losing our daughter, Madison. That year I had a new understanding for how the seemingly sweet and innocent day could be one of dread for so many. Whether you’ve lost your mother, didn’t have a mother, were trying to become a mother, or like myself had lost a baby, the day seemed to take on a completely different meaning. The Friday before Mothers Day Weekend I was in route to work at my office, I then received a phone call that would forever change me. The Convo: “Sara, we just wanted to give you a heads up that we have places Happy Mother’s Day balloons on every “moms” cubicle and not yours. We didn’t want to upset you by giving you one. ” I sat. Speechless and dumbfounded. This scenario had never in 100 years crossed my mind, I was so confused, hurt, upset and embarrassed. My initial reaction was to turn my car around, drive home and cry the entire weekend. eventually, ...