As I sift through my Facebook and Instagram feeds, I’m overwhelmed by the number of candle images I see. So many people sharing these images as a mark of rememberance or respect for everyone who has lost a baby as part of baby loss awareness week.
My kids sometimes drive me mad. They make noise, they whinge, they’re messy. But they are here. I am able to shout and moan at them. But I can also watch them grow and develop each and every day. I can hug and squeeze them and tell them how much they mean to me. I love them so much it hurts. Not everyone gets to do this.
Some people have experienced the anticipation and anxiety of pregnancy and maybe even the excitement of a newborn, but not the toddler or school years, let alone anything after that. I can’t imagine what that must feels like.
So today I must remember just how blessed I am to have two healthy boys and how thankful I am for them.
I will say a prayer for everyone whose experience of parenthood is now a memory. We can’t even try to understand or explain the reasons for your loss, but know that we all stand together and hope that your pain eases.