Birth Story Series – Comforting, inspiring and empowering women through their unique birth stories.
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“I don’t remember the details of our sleeping arrangements, only that I slept soundly. I don’t remember what we ate, only that we never went hungry. I don’t remember if it was hot or cold or sunny or rainy. I remember the sound of crickets and frogs at night. I remember that there were way more stars than we could see at home in the city. I remember the smell of salty air and sweat and campfire. I remember that my whole family was there. I remember feeling relaxed and free, sensations that came easily as a child but that I find myself chasing as an adult.”
A Letter to My Youngest – (originally appeared on Charleston Moms Blog)
“You have something your brothers don’t. You, lucky girl, have four people to tell your story. No one else had that.”
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“Guilt. It plagues parents. We feel guilty for everything. Holding our babies too much, not holding them enough, letting them eat junk food, not letting them eat junk food, asking for help, accepting help and the list goes on. . . I am letting that guilt go.”
“You see, my youngest son was born with a congenital heart defect. I have seen his heart via echocardiogram (a specific ultrasound to view the heart) a hundred times, and I still don’t understand it. Those grainy black and white images hold as much mystery for me as do the complicated emotions tied to it.”
“I have wondered if the loss of my brother has made me value our relationship more or if I always knew that it was special. I think I always knew. He was my best friend, my earliest memory.”
A Letter to My Youngest – see above
“Fast forward 20-30 years, now I am a wife and mother. It’s my job to create the magic for my children that I enjoyed as a young girl. It turns out that there was A LOT of behind the scenes activity going on. Wow. I had no idea about the amount of gift planning, shopping and wrapping, food preparation, decorating, and thoughtful activities that my parents put into making the holidays so special for us.”
“There will be plenty of times over the next twelve months that I will ask them to hurry up and that I will think to myself, “if only they could tie their own shoes . . . fill their own water bottles . . . buckle their own car seats.” However, I am going to try to focus more on where they are and what they need right now, whether it’s one more story at bedtime or an extra ten minutes to get ready to leave the house. This is their only childhood and I want them to remember a mama who cherished them every step of the way.”
“These days are flying by and I am spending too much time at the kitchen sink and in the laundry room. Those baby snuggles and chubby cheeks are disappearing right before my eyes. I don’t have time to be super mom and lets face it, that’s a no-win anyway.”
The Upside of Guilt and Letting Go – originally posted on Red Tricycle
Check out guest post by Teya Foley of andsoshethought.com here, Motherhood, the Loss and Emergence of You.