Sitting under that tree, with all of my children around me? That was my joy for that day. Remembering that moment? While also my sadness, that was my joy for today.
And if you have a minute why don’t we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So why don’t we go Somewhere only we know? -Keane Father’s Day weekend. Mother’s Day was such a mixed assortment…
I keep thinking that I am protecting myself by keeping a distance, but the further along I get, the more impossible and futile that seems. I keep wanting to protect my kids from being excited, but I do not want to steal their excitement either.
As I gathered my pumpkins together, the collection made me think of our family. Four vibrant, orange pumpkins representing the four of us. Two more withered blue pumpkins: my daughter Nelle that I had lost as Fall began to descend upon us, and the other pumpkin representing an unknown future (at the time) of trying again.
When will it end? One minute I am resentful of the women who parade around their pregnant bellies and babies, unaware of how much I hurt. The next minute I am heartbroken for those who share my experience. How long will I be so affected?