I have been going to a moms group that meets every week. I don't know why I go.
I want to be a mommy, I have been a mom, 26 days exactly, but I don't feel like I am a mom now. Some say, "Of course you are a mom, once a mom always a mom". Well, have
your only child die off and see how you feel then. This week we discussed
having a thankful heart.
I shared with my group that during Maggie's birth, death, and burial we
somehow made in through able to thank God for our blessings. I had a scary
pregnancy yet still could take in the joys of a growing child in
my belly, even if the growing was sub par. A song that was our anchor during the
sea of hurt and pain says "You give and take away, but my heart will
choose to say, Lord blessed be your name". I don't know how, but me and my
husband have been able to keep our heads above the water and sing these words
and believe what we are singing. Someone in the group immediately said
"with prayers". Probably.
I've been thinking the rest of this week about in the Bible in Mark 10:15
Jesus says, "anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a child will
never enter it". Think about how children pray. Simple, with a
thankful heart. Here is my prayer of thanks.
thank You for my patient, understanding, loving husband
thank You for my mommy, daddy, brothers and sister
for rain
green grass
my job that I love and the people I work with
licorice
my phone
airplanes and pilots
baby blanket I sleep with every night
my car
my pretty hair color and cut
neclace with Maggie's name engraved
generosity of friends and family, some I've never met
church
music and playlists
internet
deadbabymama blogs
my pups, Eddie and Juno
Jesus
cards in the mail
getting the mail
pretty flowers on my table that match the flowers at Maggies grave
frozen pizzas and delivery
clean sheets
A couple of weeks ago two of my friends visited Maggie at the cemetary with me, one of them brought her two daughters. Before we left the older girl was asked to say a prayer for Maggie. This is how it started. "Dear God, thank You for Maggie, thank you for the pretty flowers..." The younger girl, barely walking age was prompted to say, "Goodbye, Maggie, we love you..." Such a great moment for me. Two little girls who love othes so easily, and love my Maggie.
I want to be a mommy, I have been a mom, 26 days exactly, but I don't feel like I am a mom now. Some say, "Of course you are a mom, once a mom always a mom". Well, have
your only child die off and see how you feel then. This week we discussed
having a thankful heart.
I shared with my group that during Maggie's birth, death, and burial we
somehow made in through able to thank God for our blessings. I had a scary
pregnancy yet still could take in the joys of a growing child in
my belly, even if the growing was sub par. A song that was our anchor during the
sea of hurt and pain says "You give and take away, but my heart will
choose to say, Lord blessed be your name". I don't know how, but me and my
husband have been able to keep our heads above the water and sing these words
and believe what we are singing. Someone in the group immediately said
"with prayers". Probably.
I've been thinking the rest of this week about in the Bible in Mark 10:15
Jesus says, "anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a child will
never enter it". Think about how children pray. Simple, with a
thankful heart. Here is my prayer of thanks.
thank You for my patient, understanding, loving husband
thank You for my mommy, daddy, brothers and sister
for rain
green grass
my job that I love and the people I work with
licorice
my phone
airplanes and pilots
baby blanket I sleep with every night
my car
my pretty hair color and cut
neclace with Maggie's name engraved
generosity of friends and family, some I've never met
church
music and playlists
internet
deadbabymama blogs
my pups, Eddie and Juno
Jesus
cards in the mail
getting the mail
pretty flowers on my table that match the flowers at Maggies grave
frozen pizzas and delivery
clean sheets
A couple of weeks ago two of my friends visited Maggie at the cemetary with me, one of them brought her two daughters. Before we left the older girl was asked to say a prayer for Maggie. This is how it started. "Dear God, thank You for Maggie, thank you for the pretty flowers..." The younger girl, barely walking age was prompted to say, "Goodbye, Maggie, we love you..." Such a great moment for me. Two little girls who love othes so easily, and love my Maggie.
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