This is my wife’s first Mother’s Day. He is our little miracle. Our rainbow baby. 6 years ago we lost our first little boy, the week before Mother’s Day. I remember holding that tiny 18 week old baby that would never cry. Never run around. Never say his first words. That was something I thought I would never go through or much less have the strength to get over. We were parents for 5 months. 18 weeks, and suddenly over a weekend we were not. We haven’t talked a lot about it. We kept trying. Kept praying. Endured a difficult surgery. Changed jobs. Went back to school. Started our own business. All the while keeping this hurt inside. Kept feeling horrible every month for over 3 years. Watched friends have children. We were given the honor of being godparents to two of the most wonderful children ever. Both were rainbow babies. But, that void was still there. We got older. My wife struggled with beliefs she once held and now was conflicted, extremely guilty and angry. God came to her and restored her soul. He gave her peace. We joined a church that all the women in our neighborhood attended. We experience God’s grace and compassion through them. It changed my wife’s mind and her heart. He helped me learn how to listen and how to comfort her. I gained new perspective of my own faith. I learned how to be open with my wife, with God and with others. We go through things we can’t handle because we need God, we need people. Use your tragedies, your victories to help others. This is what we have learned.
I never realized now how many people this has happened too. I realized now, how many people DON’T talk about this.
Remember that this Sunday the 12th.