Mother's Day was not as a happy as it should've been. I was wishing for Gracie to be here with us and to be selfish, celebrate me. I like to think she was celebrating up Heaven. I was so blessed to be her mommy for that short time here on earth. Thank you all to you wished me Happy Mother's Day and shared with me. You all made unbearable day more bearable. We happened to spend the whole day in the car driving back to Oregon after a quick trip to see Corey's sister graduate from college. It was an good way to spend the majority of the day. Corey and I spent a little bit of time looking at her pictures throughout the pregnancy and after she was delivered in the evening, which was a sweet time of remembering and reflecting on what we went through. I pray that all who have lost a child were able to find comfort in our Heavenly Father and that you were felt loved and blessed on Mother's Day. I continue to miss and think of Gracie daily. Please continue to pray for our healing!
I ran across a few helpful things and some sweet things were shared with me. I would really like to share them with you, in case you have friends or family go through something similar or you as reader are going through a loss of a child.
The following is from this website...such a sweet letter...get the tissue:
Dearest lovely girl,
Although this Mother’s Day is creeping into your wounded heart right
about now, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day anyway. Not because I want
to erase your pain, but because I want you to see the beauty in your
pain. The beauty is simple, that at one time or another you held life
within you.
You, sweet, lovely, full of flaws and quirks; of pain and joy, YOU held a small life within you.
It could have been a life in your dreams that never came to be, it
could have been a life that you had growing in you for just a few short
weeks, it could be a life that you gave birth to and held, that you
rocked and fed and cared for that was taken from the earth and from you
far too soon. But YOU held that life. You held it tenderly with love and
hope. You prayed for that life.
You loved that life, most likely for some, before it ever came to be.
You loved that life, most likely for some, that NEVER came to be.
So I want to say Happy Mother’s Day.
To you who dreamed for a child but it hasn’t come true.
To you who dreamed for a child but it was answered in an unexpected way.
To you who dreamed of the child you knew of for only a few short weeks in your womb.
To you who gave your baby up for adoption
To you who grew a baby only to lose it a short time after they were born.
To you who raised a child only to lose them to an addiction or an accident.
To you who won’t be told Happy Mother’s Day this Sunday because there
is no little child clinging to your hand but there is certainly one
clinging to your heart.
Every baby counts, even the one you dreamed about. The one you prayed
for that isn’t here, they are still your child, and you are still their
mother. You still cared tenderly for that very dream, that life you
hoped and prayed for and covered with love even before you knew them.
The mother whose baby, or dream of, has been lost, ripped, changed,
paused or taken from them. To you, this weekend, I say Happy Mother’s
Day.
No one else may see a baby, but your heart does. And my heart sees
your baby,too. So even with one less baby here on earth or one less baby
here in your arms, the one in your heart wants to tell you…
Happy Mother’s Day.
I shared this on Facebook, but thought I would share it with my non-Facebook friends and family:
Very helpful and information for those who know someone who has lost a child:
It is so helpful to have people out there going through or have gone through something similar and have these words put on their heart to share. I wish there wasn't, but God didn't promise a life without heartache and pain.
