Tonight was a pretty easy evening of getting the kiddos to bed but Annora was extremely tired so she was acting a bit “silly.” Ben and I got slightly frustrated with her (she gets slap happy) which in turn caused us to be on edge with each other a bit. We shut her door and stomped downstairs to “work” a bit.
I went downstairs to work on writing this blog (about a totally different topic) and I remembered one of my friends reaching out to me earlier today to tell me some pretty difficult news. She had found out that an acquaintance of ours had recently had a miscarriage and had to give birth to her 3.5 pound baby boy, Jack. My heart was heavy as I sat down…dreading to click on her Facebook profile page to see what had happened. I wasn’t prepared to hear her story, see the beautiful birthing pictures and sit in sadness crying for this mother, her family and what she is going through emotionally right now. It was, however, reassuring to see her faith pour out in her posts.
My heart was and is aching and heavy. Her pain is truly greater than any pain I can comprehend. Her transparency of what she is going through is beautiful and I feel like the support she is getting far exceeds what she imagined. Being a mommy of 2 little girls myself, I can’t imagine the inner struggle she is experiencing…the hope that all of this was a bad dream that will go away when she wakes up tomorrow morning.
I know that she is not alone in what has happened to her (it is evident with the support she is getting on her page). I know that there are many women who have gone through something similar. I would never undermine the loss of a child…I simply cannot imagine!
You know…it put things into perspective for me…like BIG TIME! Yeah Annora was a bit slap happy and it annoyed Ben and I because it was a bit past bedtime, BUT both of our girls are our most prized possession in this world. We are blessed beyond comprehension! I may talk about the struggles with hypotonia both of my girls have, or the trouble with table manners in our household but those “issues” seem minuscule at the moment. For now, I plan to hold my babies a bit tighter, love on them until they can’t stand it one second more, and appreciate and cherish the gift God has given us. Ben and I are unbelievably blessed and I’m ashamed to say we take that for granted all too often.
My Loves…
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