Today, the day before your 'angelversary' we got a note in your little brother's preschool folder. Thursday, they are inviting all the little ones to come to school in their pajamas to raise awareness for childhood cancer. You may be in Heaven, sweet angel, but you're still here. Tomorrow, it will be two years since … Continue reading You’re still here
Two years ago, tomorrow, I received a phone call that I had prayed would come for five terrifying months. It was a phone call that would change my life, my family, my entire being, more than I ever could have imagined. I remember every detail of the conversation, and I have replayed it in my … Continue reading Another year
I am the proud mother of a sweet angel in Heaven, taken from me two years ago at only three years old. I am the busy mother of a three-year-old angel on Earth, gifted to me from the Heavens through foster care. No one would know, just by looking at me. I am in constant … Continue reading No one would know
I remember vividly at my son's service, asking a fellow loss mom, "Does it get easier?" It had been less than a year since she'd lost her son, and here she was, trying to offer me what comfort she could. She said the only answer possible, "It gets different." It's true. There is never an … Continue reading It doesn’t get easier
I want to be the mama I was to you. I want to be loving, patient, sweet and kind. I want to love unconditionally, laugh in every moment, appreciate each test for the strength it teaches me, and know every moment, though sometimes tiresome or frustrating, is an absolute and beautiful blessing. Please, sweet angel, … Continue reading Help me
I find myself getting caught up in the stress of every day life. I forgot how hard it is to balance parenting, work, marriage, a home...and grief. The days can pass by so quickly when the morning consists of rising early, feeding and clothing a toddler, trying to get to preschool with no tears and … Continue reading The little things
Hello, sweet angel. It's so hard to believe in just a few days you would be five years old. A big, healthy, five-year-old boy, thriving in preschool, choosing between soccer or tee ball, saying 'no' more than I'd want to hear, and figuring out just who you are going to be in this wonderful world. … Continue reading To my angel turning five
Holidays can be hard. Holidays are hard. This time of year is work. Juggling commitments, forcing cheer, being without my baby. The most wonderful time of the year can be the worst. Unless, you let the wonderful in. Take a deep breath, get a good lung-full of wintery air, and let the wonderful in. Yes, … Continue reading Let the wonderful in
For everyone grieving, everyone struggling, everyone surviving, there's usually one thing that's harder to do than anything else. One time of day where you can't help but cry. One day of year when getting out of bed just isn't an option. One memory that will always bring that tightness to your tummy, and slowly close … Continue reading The hardest thing
I've noticed this a lot lately, and maybe it's because I know now much more than I used to, that life is a constant battle, but we're often in situations that seem to conclude in winning or losing. I have a theory that one of the keys to a successful marriage is not 'keeping score.' … Continue reading Keeping score
Parenting Angels 