Like many things (my first biggest fear was J and B's true due date), going to the first baby shower after loss (still avoiding that one), and now Mother's Day, when the days comes and goes and I realize I am still alive, still breathing, I realize it wasn't quite as bad as I had imagined. As I stayed pretty much cocooned up in the house, I was surrounded by love and kindness. Here's a little recap.
Yesterday on the way home from the beach with my in-laws, we saw this:
I managed to stop by Starbucks to get a drink with my mom after they went to church and my grandma stopped by with a book as a gift and this is what was written inside:
On Saturday I also got this in the mail (it says: Brinly and Jude Held Your Whole Life):
And 7 different people texted me this (or something sweet):
In the meantime, I was considering looking at the pictures of Brinly. They are on a cd and for some reason I thought today would be fitting and I was feeling brave. I climbed into the attic and opened the bins full of their things. The precious clothes I had bought them once I hit the "safe zone." Ultrasound pictures. Their official gender reports. His death certificate. I couldn't find Brinly's CD-must have gotten misplaced during those insane weeks. Darren swears it will show up and I'm ok with that too. I peeked into the memory boxes I visit so often and looked at their footprints, I stared at Jude's face and held his blanket. I allowed the silent tears of love and sorrow to fall down my face and before I could stop it allowed the prayer to leave my lips again, "Please, make it right, let us see redemption win." And shockingly, this prayer wasn't the angry bitter deeply hurt prayer that I've spit out a few times since the loss. It was a gentler, broken, humble exchange.
Grief has waves and they come un-expectantly, the anger isn't gone. The massive wounds are no where near scarred over, and my obsession to meet their siblings someday grows every second, but today I felt mainly just love for my children and proud to be their mom.