This quote. "Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity." If I had to draw a picture of a mother's grief, this would be it. So poignant. I know several grieving mothers who are hurting very badly right now. And I know several others who are hurting "regular". There are different ways to carry the grief, but the pain is always there. For any angel Moms who are hurting really badly right now, I'm here to remind you that there will be better days ahead. Keep moving forward, go with the flow, and you will get there. You're not alone. There are many (too many) other Moms also learning to build their lives around the loss of their child. Sending SO much love to you brave women ❤️
The ebb and flow of grief... Lately, mine has been flowing a little more. My grief feeling a little heavier. So, as I wait for it to "ebb", I'm waiting for a sign, for something to reflect on, for my next move, and tonight a friend texts me a link to a blog called "Scribbles & Crumbs", led by a mother who lost her baby boy to a congenital heart defect. So, I go on to read a few of her posts and they consume me... I can still smell the hospital smells and hear the beeping of the monitors, and my arms ache, and I've cared for a sick child, and I've relied on my faith to get through, and I've chosen hope! My chest tightens, my stomach turns, for a second I can't breathe, and before I know it, I'm chatting her virtual "ear" off via her "contact" tab. And then it hits me... grace meets me halfway and my grief feels lighter again. This is just what I needed, my sign, my reflection, my clarity. I needed a reminder that I'm not the only one and that I have all the tools I need to keep going. This may sound redundant to some of you, but if even one person hasn't read my posts and it helps you in any way, then that's reason enough to pour my heart out a bit ❤️
On January 3, 2013, my 1 yr old son, Ollie, passed away. That's where my life "before Ollie" ends and my grief journey begins... My new normal, my path toward healing, my life "after Ollie". I'm a grieving mother who believes in hope. This is my story.