Me & my girlsI have been a mother for 12 years. It is a core piece of who I am as a person and has crafted me into the strong, determined, resilient, and powerful woman I am today.

I am not, however, your typical mother.

Both of my children died before birth. Grace was born 12 years ago and I held her tiny body, silent and still, in my arms for one brief hour. Six years ago, Lily was miscarried from my body too soon to be held and cradled in my hands.

So, for 12 years I have mothered without my daughters here with me. This is what I have learned.

Love doesn’t fade

My love for my girls is still as rich and full and overflowing as it was when they lived inside me. I often hear mothers of living children say that they love their children more as they grow. I find the same holds true for me. I love my daughters more with every passing year.

I cannot see them, hold them, touch them, or hear them, but my love simply grows.

My girls gave me the opportunity to be a better person

When my girls died, I was faced with a choice. Lose myself in this all-consuming grief and pain or find a way to live again.

I can’t say I made the best choice those first few years after Grace died, but in the end, I have chosen to live. And I have chosen to allow the experience of their lives and their deaths to be an opportunity to grow as a person.

Through them, I have chosen to love more. Be more. Experience more. Forgive more. Have more compassion. Expand my perspective. Express more kindness. Be more understanding.

Their lives taught me about love. I’ve chosen to let their deaths teach me to love even more. It is a choice I can make every day.

Grace and Lily are my teachers. I choose to be their student.

In a way, I have a thousand daughters

It is an odd thing to have children that your heart knows so deeply, yet to have no real sense of them in this physical world. I felt their energy, their essence while I was pregnant. I will always remember of sense of peace and calm that came from Grace those months I carried her and the fire and restlessness that churned while pregnant with Lily. It gave me a glimpse of who they might have been, what their personalities might have been like.

I have dreamt and imagined countless times over the years of what they would have looked like, what their interests would be, how their personalities would have developed, and who they would have been. I have imagined them in a thousand different ways, with a thousand different faces and bodies, changing interests and preferences.

I will always wonder of the Grace and Lily who might have lived. I will think of them and look for them all of rest of my days. I will see them in the children around me, in my dreams at night, and in the beauty of this world.

In my mind, there are a thousand possible Grace and Lily’s. Each of them loved and longed for, whoever they might have been. For me, they are not just one child, they are thousands.

Grief is an always-evolving process (and it’s not my enemy)

Initially, the weight of their loss and my grief was all consuming and indescribably devastating. When Grace died, the world, as I understood it, shattered and has never been the same.

Over time, my grief has softened and I have put the pieces of my world back together. My world will never look the same as it once did, but it is good and sweet and beautiful again. I look at the world through changed eyes. I feel with a heart that was expanded and stretched by two little babies, a heart that has been pieced back together with a love and a sorrow that have made it stronger.

Once, in those early years after Grace left this world, I was afraid of my grief. It’s power and intensity cowered me. But grief was not my enemy. Nor was death.

Grief and death are, as Grace and Lily are, my teachers. When I learned to live with them, I was able to stand again. When I allowed grief and death to become my teachers instead of my enemies, I gave myself permission to live again, wholeheartedly and fully.

I have also come to learn that grief will always be part of my life. It will appear at expected and unexpected times and probably most often when I don’t want to acknowledge it. It will ebb and flow like the tides of the ocean for its source is that of love, and love cannot die or fade away.

So, my grief will come and go throughout this life. I will allow it to teach me because, at its root, it is simply love.

They are enough

Chances are, for several reasons, I will never be the mother to a living child. At times, that knowledge aches so deeply it takes my breath. Some days, even still, I long to hold a baby of my own, to hear them laugh and cry, and to kiss their faces. I imagine how it might be to love and mother a living, breathing child of my own here in this lifetime and that imagining hurts.

And, finally, I have made my peace with being a mother without living children. I have learned to allow Grace and Lily to be enough.

They are my only children. I had them with me so very, very briefly. I miss them more than I could ever express.

But they are enough. Their time here was enough. My love is enough. My motherhood is enough. Our family is enough.

They are my Grace and my Lily. I am their mother. Always.

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