One of the many things I have learned since adopting a child from foster care is that change of any kind can often be a trigger and cause emotional turmoil. Our sweet angel on Earth finished his last year of preschool and quickly adjusted to the summer life of part time daycare and part time … Continue reading Change in routine
Tag: child loss
After effects
I beat myself up a lot for how I handle parenting. I am never good enough. My mothering needs so much improving. I still yell when I am frustrated. I know I shouldn't. I blame my child for acts that aren't truly his fault. I go to bed feeling badly that my five-year-old cannot yet … Continue reading After effects
The mama who couldn’t move
'Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.' - Ferris Bueller -- There are moments where I stand completely still, and it's instantly four years ago. I'm cradling my tiny three-year-old, whose legs are disproportionally small, whose head is free of hair, whose body … Continue reading The mama who couldn’t move
Loneliness and motherhood
I had a very memorable and beautiful Mother's Day. And while there is always a sense of something missing, I felt truly celebrated and loved by both my husband and sweet angel on Earth. My boys left this week for a visit with the grandparents. I felt guilty about how excited I was to have … Continue reading Loneliness and motherhood
Mother’s Day
This particular day has been bittersweet since our beautiful angel went to Heaven. Especially the first, that landed just two months after we lost him. I was childless, but a mother no less. My girlfriends took the opportunity to make a really tough day special, and have continued to do so every one since. My … Continue reading Mother’s Day
I wonder
I wonder if there will ever be a day where I feel 'normal.' Right, relative term. But I mean in the sense that I don't constantly feel the heavy burden of grief dragging at every part of my body, willing me to want sleep over any other state. I've had plenty of 'good' days. But … Continue reading I wonder