I came across this letter today, written by a mother who lost her baby boy, and nearly ten years after the loss of my baby girl, it still immediately brought me to tears. So often, I feel like I'm sailing around in this vast ocean of grief and loneliness alone. Thankfully (but sadly for the momma's who need an understanding ear), not a great number of parents lose their children to death before passing away themselves. The momma who wrote this article understands my heart, articulates the emptiness my emotions often feel, but knows that life will go on. She also understands that we will be better, stronger people because of it. No, we would never choose to be a member of this club, this is definitely one club I would have loved to have felt excluded from, but God saw differently. I pray that my loss, the loss that crushed me, changed me, will change others and let them see the hope of glory that only comes in Christ Jesus. I will see my girl again.
Here is the letter quoted at length. This is NOT my writing, and I do not want anyone to misunderstand this.
To the Grieving Momma
Oh, sweet momma…
I am so, so sorry you are here.
I know this is your worst nightmare realized. I know this wasn’t plan A, B, C, or Z. I know the weight of it all is suffocating, soul-crushing, devastating, and earth-shattering in every way possible.I know you would trade it all just for one more moment.
I know your heart is broken. How I wish I could make you feel at home again. How I wish I could take away the pain. How I wish I could place that baby back in your arms. You could watch them grow. All the giggles, skinned knees, and eskimo kisses. I know you would savor every moment. I know you would breathe that baby in, till you no longer had any breath in you. I know you would give every ounce of you to save every ounce of them, one thousand times over.
I know you miss them. I know you wish you could just smell them one more time, see their face one more time, kiss that squishy cheek and then freeze that moment so it would last forever. There are things that pictures and videos can never replace, and having that baby in your arms is at the top of the list.
If I could “fix” this, I would move mountains. My gosh, I would in a heartbeat.
You, sweet momma, are so brave. You are strong. You are such a good momma.
You need to know this.
On the days when it’s all you can do just to function, that’s okay.
On the weeks when you live off of sweatpants and dry shampoo and ice cream for lunch, you deserve a freaking break. You are doing a good job.
On the days when you try your hardest to pull yourself together, and somehow things just don’t work out, give yourself grace. Give yourself room to breathe, you are so loved, sweet momma.
On the days when no one but you mentions their name, I am so, so sorry. Say their name bravely. Know that they are still real, they were still here, and you are still their momma.
On the days when you feel like you could burst from anger and pain, go somewhere alone, cry it out, curse at the sky— there’s nothing worse than having to fake it. Just don’t. Please, let yourself feel it. You’ve been through too much to put on a face, and healing doesn’t come when we are living under a facade.
On the days when the world tells you to “heal” and “move on”, friend, healing from child loss doesn’t look like healing from an injury. Our children were not a broken bone, they were a piece of our hearts, and now a piece of our hearts is gone. Friend, you will heal, just not in the way the world wants you. You will breathe easier. You will ache maybe a little less, but I’ve heard from mommas much, much further down the road than I, the longing will never, ever, ever leave. That’s the beauty and the fierceness and the strength of a mother’s love.
Momma, you are strong. You are so brave. You are doing such a good job.
You are irrevocably changed, in the sweetest, head-over-heels, all-in, never-stopping way. Your love is strong. That’s the promise you made when you swore to love them every second of their life and every second of your own, no matter what the cost was on your heart. Nothing on this earth has shown me unconditional love better than the love of a grieving momma. I see your love. I see the power of it. It’s stronger than any amount of pain, than a sea of tears, than even the grasp of death.
I know, because of that love, you would brave every ounce of pain one thousand times over just for them.
Even when you don’t feel it… Look, momma. Here you are… You’re still breathing. You’re still standing. You are so brave.
Sweet momma friend, I am so sorry you are here. Know that you are so loved.
Know that where there is great pain, there is even greater love.
So much love to you,
-A Momma Who Knows
For all you mommas out there that are wishing, waiting with bated breath for the day we see our babies again, remember 2 Peter 3:8- "But do not let this one fact escape your notice, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like one day." Soon, very soon, our Lord is returning, to take us home, to reunite us, to make us whole.