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Sweet Mama, I wish I could be there with you now, in person, to hug you and hold you through these darkest of days after the loss of your precious child. I wish that I could sit with you, pour you a cup of comforting
It’s that time of year again. That time when everywhere I look there are aching reminders – commercials, racks of cards, advertisements, special programs, and endless talk of Mother’s Day. When the day actually arrives, social media is plastered with images of mothers and their
Courageous Mama who has lost so much – I see your pain. Though you may present the world with a smiling face and statements of “I’m fine,” I still see the broken and battered heart you carry. The heart broken by the devastating loss of
I spend most of my days surrounded by mothers. Pregnant mothers. Mothers raising their living children. Mothers grieving their deceased children. Mothers raising living children and grieving deceased children. I love the work I do – supporting mothers of all varieties. And sometimes being surrounded
