I have identified myself as a bereaved mother for the past five years. Now, I can just identify myself as a mother again. The past week has been full of mixed emotions. By far, the overwhelming ones are joy, happiness and gratefulness. Sorrow and grief have crept in a few times. Missing Olivia has been enhanced by the love for her brother.
I wondered all throughout my pregnancy if I'd be able to love another child as much or as intensely as I loved her from birth. They are very different and the feelings aren't the same, but YES, I am able. I am so in love with this little face. I find myself just staring at him with tears streaming down my face. How did I get so lucky? So blessed?
My heart is full to bursting.
You, perhaps more often than I, see people who are blessed and entrusted with the gift of parenthood, but deserve nothing short of a good kick in the taint and punched square in the nose. It is soul stirring to see someone so deserving, who has experienced such pain as the loss of a child, be blessed with such a wonderful gift as little Emory. I am very happy for you Karen. Although I have yet to meet little man, I already love him.
ReplyDeleteI am so slow lately. Thanks Autumn. Your words are meaningful because I know you get me. <3
DeleteBeautiful baby, beautiful momma, beautiful post. It fills my eyes with tears to see your much deserved happiness.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same seeing you with Harper!
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