I never thought holidays like Mother’s Day, Father’s Day or even Christmas or Easter would ever be anything but joyous. A celebration of someone special in our lives or the joy of the season, yet after loosing Liam of course that all changed.
I hate that today, on Mother’s Day seven years after Brad sent me flowers from overseas with my first Mother’s day I can be hugging my girls as they hand me a gift and then crying my eyes out as I think about not getting to share this day with my baby boy, Liam.
My eyes were opened to a new kind of pain and heartache on these otherwise special days after loosing Liam and now I not only see other bereaved Mothers but my heart also breaks for those whose own mother has already passed, and those who can never bare their own children or are struggling to have a family.
It’s all part of our need for Jesus and our dissatisfaction here on our because it’s not our forever home. I hate there is pain among the beauty but I have learned that it’s part of life. The forever grief. The juxtaposition. The bitter-sweet.
My mother is always so amazingly thoughtful, amongst her own
pain and grief as a grandmother and mother.
She went out to visit Liam’s marker
(again, I don’t like the word ‘grave’) today and sent me these pictures.
It was just what my heart needed.
Of course Brad pampered me today and my girls showered
me with snuggles, hugs, kisses and “I love you mommy” and
“Happy Mother’s Day”.
My heart is sad missing Liam and although that part can never be filled, it is also full today.
Happy Mother’s Day
I hate that today, on Mother’s Day seven years after Brad sent me flowers from overseas with my first Mother’s day I can be hugging my girls as they hand me a gift and then crying my eyes out as I think about not getting to share this day with my baby boy, Liam.
My eyes were opened to a new kind of pain and heartache on these otherwise special days after loosing Liam and now I not only see other bereaved Mothers but my heart also breaks for those whose own mother has already passed, and those who can never bare their own children or are struggling to have a family.
It’s all part of our need for Jesus and our dissatisfaction here on our because it’s not our forever home. I hate there is pain among the beauty but I have learned that it’s part of life. The forever grief. The juxtaposition. The bitter-sweet.
My mother is always so amazingly thoughtful, amongst her own
pain and grief as a grandmother and mother.
She went out to visit Liam’s marker
(again, I don’t like the word ‘grave’) today and sent me these pictures.
It was just what my heart needed.
Of course Brad pampered me today and my girls showered
me with snuggles, hugs, kisses and “I love you mommy” and
“Happy Mother’s Day”.
My heart is sad missing Liam and although that part can never be filled, it is also full today.
Happy Mother’s Day
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