I wanted nothing. Because giving, helping, assisting someone with something, anything, feels so good in its own right.
Tag: hope
Messages
It's no secret that I whole heartedly believe I receive messages from my angel. I read stories all the time of other mommies whose beautiful babies in Heaven send them signs and symbols only meant for them in times they truly need them. My girlfriend from work just came back from a stressful week of … Continue reading Messages
Big brother
Time heals. So they say. My heart will never truly heal from the loss of my only born son. But since his loss, I have gained. I have gained the love and admiration of friends and family for the way I have handled his loss. I doubt this, often, and I tell them so. But … Continue reading Big brother
Grieving gracefully
I have been a bereaved mother for 2 years, 3 months, and 6 days. My sweet baby, my first, and only born son, has been in Heaven for 829 days. These days have been filled with a suffering and a longing I never knew existed, tears I never knew could fall so steady and streaming, … Continue reading Grieving gracefully
Happiness in strength
I remember very vividly about this time two years ago. My husband and I were sitting in our living room, watching some mindless evening television program, discussing our monotonous work days, and trying to be optimistic in our somewhat dismal existence. He looked up at the photo that hung over our entertainment center. The photo … Continue reading Happiness in strength
A heart big enough
You know those flashbacks you get from the photo sites? The ones that will sporadically email or alert you with a little message, "Flashback: Here's what you were doing last year on this date." Super fun. Maybe, for some. But for me, I keep getting them at inopportune times. And for some reason, they always … Continue reading A heart big enough
Always watching
Today I got a flat tire on the freeway with my three-year-old in the back seat. Thankfully, my mom was with us, and we called AAA and patiently waited an hour for a nice man to come and put the spare on in mere minutes. Yes, we could have changed the tire. But, like I … Continue reading Always watching
Call it what you want
History or legend, fact or fiction, there are millions of stories written in books, told through generations, shared through song, that help solidify beliefs in a higher being and an afterlife. I read or hear or watch people's journeys with faith, and to be honest, I often judge. Every person's belief system is their own, … Continue reading Call it what you want
I was made for this
I was remembering today all the times someone stopped me in the hospital, randomly on the street during walks, in the middle of the mall, and even on the beach. People, just wanting to stop, look, and admire my sweet angel. Sure, he was tiny and cute, and started wearing glasses at just ten months … Continue reading I was made for this
How can I not be?
I am a neurotic parent. I worry about everything. I take the phrase 'helicopter mom' to a whole new level. I am a psychotic, overbearing, strict, insane parent. How can I not be? I've been trying to figure out another way since the day I was blessed with my second child. He is a beautiful, … Continue reading How can I not be?
Parenting Angels 