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
'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
One son sleeps in the room next door One son sleeps in a box engraved with his name One son will awake to sunshine and the promise of life One son is forever asleep One son bounces on a trampoline and scrapes his knees when he falls One son bounces on clouds and falls onto … Continue reading My two sons
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
I had a thought today and instantly felt more connected to my angel in Heaven. I was driving home from work and looked up in awe at an impending storm cloud approaching. Whenever I look to the sky, I think of Heaven and what my sweet baby is doing right in that moment. That enormous … Continue reading The soul’s journey
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
This was written 3/21 but posted today. -- It's no secret that this has been a tough month for me. It's also no secret that I have been in grief counseling since the loss of my angel. My counselor said something to me this week that came as a bit of a surprise. I told … Continue reading Tomorrow
I wish it were different. I wish you were still here. I wish I weren't sad. All the time. I wish I could have one day where I don't feel the gravity of your loss. I wish I could give all of myself to anyone or anything. But a part of me is missing. I … Continue reading I wish
In the midst of my painful week of grieving, I found someone with a similar story, but very different outcome. I read an article today about Michael Bublé and his 'comeback' to the music industry after his three-year-old son's battle with a liver cancer, hepatoblastoma. This is the same cancer my angel had. And he was also three … Continue reading I get it
Hi sweet angel. I was remembering this day so vividly four years ago. It was unseasonably warm. I took you out in your new stroller. Your little body was so weak, but we dressed you in play clothes and your adorable hat. And I have pictures of you sitting at the top of the slide … Continue reading Missing my baby
