How do you celebrate a day for mothers when your baby is not with you. Mothers day can be such a painful day for those who's children have died. It's yet another day that reminds us that our sweet son or daughter is not here.
We don't get a gift from daddy with a card saying the baby just had to buy it for us, or paper flowers made at school with such love and care, or even a bratty teenager mumbling insincere mothers day wishes as they dart out the door. For mothers day we watch all the "real" mothers around us get recognized and appreciated while we're left on the sidelines wanting to scream "BUT I'M A MOTHER TOO!!!!". Just because our babies cannot be seen does not mean that our motherhood is not real or should be overlooked.
We carried a life within our bodies, no matter how short that life was, our child was a part of us and will be forever. We don't get up every morning and look into our children's eyes, we get up every morning and deal with the fact that they are gone.
This mothers day, if you are a mother who holds their child in their heart instead of their arms, do something for yourself. Chose a flower that represents your child and wear it in your hair. Buy a piece of jewelry that you find special. Have a quiet day to yourself or a picnic with others to celebrate that you ARE a mother! And you deserve special recognition on this day.
About this blog
The intent of this blog is to form an interactive community where parents of dead babies can come together and swap information, stories, tears, memories and encouragement. This is designed to be a neutral place. We are not religious nor are we anti-religious. Come as you are. You can sign the guest book, add your baby(ies) to the baby name memory list, review books on infant death, add warnings about movies and books that contain a dead baby, add your blog to our directory or a number of other things. Don't hesitate to contact us if you have any questions or would like to see something added to this blog. Rule One: be kind to each other. We're all in this together. We all suffer and miss our babies madly.