Yesterday (the first Sunday of May) was International Bereaved Mothers Day.
I’m feeling a little conflicted.
I am a mother.
I don’t want it qualified by whether my children are living or dead.
I’m just that, a mother.
Next Sunday I will celebrate with my living children and I will miss my Miranda.
In other words, it will be a day like any other.
I truly appreciate that there are groups that are seeking to help heal the wounds of pregnancy, infant, and child loss. I can’t imagine having to just ignore the loss of my daughter. And I thank those of you who thought of or prayed for me yesterday (and everyday).
I just don’t want to isolate myself from life.
<3
The Lord is our creator, our protector, our counselor, our….and on and on. And he created us in His image–so there’s no way our hearts could ever be fully expressed as being one-dimensional either.
My heart is with you, my friend. This is just a hard month all around, I think.
It is a hard month I’m seeing. I am thinking of you lots. <3