05/11/2025
Mother's Day after loss brings or can bring many mixed emotions for most who have gone through miscarriage, stillbirth, child loss, and even infertility.
I got several double takes or comments today from people who don't know us or our story, regarding the large age gap between my two - my wild 8-year-old running around, and my quiet, rainbow baby in arms. Depending on the person, some understand or get it, while others feel awkward if they find out why we have a large gap. It's not generally awkward for me, as it's our family and our story, and I hope people hear that I get to love them well in remembering them well, even though I naturally wish they were with me on this side of Heaven.
I came across this poem from Phylicia Masonheimer and wanted to share here on this Mother's Day. May you feel seen and loved today, however this particular day looks for you. ๐
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On this Motherโs Day I know there are women in my online community who donโt know how to feel. They were mothers for a moment. No one knew. They waited the โsafeโ 12 weeks and lost their child before anyone could call them mama. So this is for you: no matter how early, it counts. Happy Motherโs Day โ even though your little one is with their eternal Father.
too early to count, I tell myself;
we can pretend I never saw two lines,
here and gone before our minds
could really rejoice at long hope realized.
I stuff them in a bathroom drawer
And go back to how it was before
except bleeding bodies
belie bleeding heartsโฆ
no matter how early, it counts.
I remember how early Sarah laughed
when she heard the Angel say two lines:
โAbram, where is Sarah your wife?
For she shall bear a son.โ
She could not pretend away the prophecy
or erase her Godโs abundant more,
no going back to how it was before.
An aged body
and a joyous heart:
no matter how early, it counts.
I think of how early the angel came
to Mary, how she heard those two lines:
โYou who are highly favored,
the Lord is by your side.โ
She could not pretend away the miracle
hide the promise now in store;
going back to how it was before.
Just a growing body
and a growing heartโฆ
no matter how early, it counts.
No matter how early
a life is a life
I cannot go back to how it was before
and cannot pretend, cannot restore,
but bleeding or blessing,
grieving or growing,
laughing or weeping,
it counts.
โToo Early to Countโ