Bereaved Mother’s Day

Yesterday, May 5th, was Bereaved Mother’s Day.

And I missed it.

Kind of.

I missed it in the sense that I didn’t blog about it, or at all, yesterday. I figured a day late wouldn’t make it any less meaningful.

But it’s important to me.

It’s important because I know this kind of pain.

I know it many times over.

I know the aching in your heart, and the tears that won’t stop. I know the pleading with God to ‘just please not’.

Not now. Not again.

And then….

I know that time passes and wounds heal, but painful scars forever remain.

And I know that people forget and move on and in some sense, mammas with babies in heaven are expected to also.

Until you’ve really ‘been there’ you just don’t know. You couldn’t possibly know. And I know this first hand, because I’ve been there.

Bereaved Mother’s Day, recognized internationally, began in 2010 and is ‘celebrated’ the first Sunday in May. I’ve yet to find a calendar that notes this important date of remembrance…but maybe someday…

In honor of mine who were taken too soon I spent part of my day basking in the glorious warm Colorado weather. Pushing my body to work in a way it hasn’t since going on bedrest all those months ago.

<hey sore legs and core this morning>

Covered in sunscreen, filthy from dirt and sweat, all the while with my miracle by my side.

Being outside and working in the yard/gardens is part of my self care. Getting to do so with the babe chatting at me from his stroller on this exceptionally beautiful and MEANINGFUL day was over the top.

And he boycotted any real naps so we spent extra time together…snuggling, and playing. Chatting and laughing.

Thanking God for this gift I never thought I’d receive.

Thinking about my fellow friends and family who’ve walked this tough road as well.

Wondering about how many more have experienced the journey and I don’t even know (and if your heart aches and you want me to know…for support, to love on you, to pray with or for you…reach out!)

Girls, I SEE you. I LOVE you. My heart BREAKS for you. I PRAY for you and your little angels.

But maybe even more significantly, I REMEMBER.


Photo Credit: Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash

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