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.