Growing up, I was naive. It never entered my thoughts that babies can die. When I got married I knew babies could pass away, but I never thought it would happen to me. I never thought it would happen twice. I never thought that I would have to shield my heart from insensitive comments. I never thought I would have to "explain" how my babies died to those around me.
I never thought my heart could love two people so much without even meeting them that it feels as if it could explode with happiness. I never thought I could feel so much pain. I never thought I could be this strong.
I never in my wildest dreams thought that those around me would forget or even not consider me a mother. I am a mother! Does a mother not carry her children close to her heart? Does a mother not wince and ache when something happens to her children? Does a mother not miss her children when they are not near? I do. I miss them and more. I ache for them and more. I carry them close to my heart. I also gave them back to a maker that loves them with every fiber of his being and reminds me that children are a heritage.
I never thought I would join such a powerful community of women like me. Women who experience the same emotions as I do. Women who hurt like I do. Women how have been through the same experience twice, three times, four times, five, six, even seven, and are still standing. I never thought I would meet these same women who have become so important to me, who would walk with me, hold me up, be my comfort, a shoulder to cry on. Women who just say "I am thinking about you....praying for you", and its not only "lip service" but they actually do. Women who are forever united by heart.
Today Sunday May 2nd, I thank God for all of you. Though I would never wish for anyone to join this "club", I thank God that I have found you and you walk this experience with me. Today I wish you all a Gentle International Baby Lost Mothers Day. I am not even sure "happy" is the word to use. There is nothing happy about this day. We should be celebrating "happy" birthdays, "happy" milestones, not BLMD. But, it is a day that we reflect. It is a day to let us know we are mothers. It is a day to let us know we are all beautiful. It is a day to remember that we were blessed with perfect babies who knew no sin. It is a day to honor our children. So, again, Gentle International Baby Lost Mothers Day to all my sisters.
I encourage all of you to join today's Radio Show - Anchored by Hope. Carly Dudley, the backbone behind IBLMD will be guest speaker at 4pm central time, and I will be in the chat room as well. I hope to see you there. For more information visit http://anchoredbyhopeministry.blogspot.com/ or copy and paste the link below.
Awaiting my expected end.