I felt ready to come back to our mommy group today. Honestly, if I didn’t, I would have honored that and stayed home.
It’s important that we, as grieving parents, honor every emotion and every feeling as it comes up. This is a healthy way to mourn, by showing ourselves grace and giving ourselves the space to mourn when we want, the way we want. (Don’t worry. I have plenty of unhealthy grieving habits too.)
I was excited to see my mama friends today. But when I pulled into the parking lot, the weight of our reality hit me so hard.
Wait a minute. I’m supposed to be unloading 5 kids right now. I’m supposed to be wrapping a 2 month old baby Sterling up to my body before heading in.
I wept into a napkin from the glove compartment, as my 3 oldest kids unbuckled their seatbelts and crowded around me.
“I’m sorry, guys” was all that would come out in a whisper. They all laid their hands on me and my oldest and very wise 6 year old, Cadence, rested her head on my shoulder.
“It’s okay to cry about Sterling,” she assured. We sat here for almost 20 minutes, before I pulled myself together and dropped the kids off to their classes.
Then I got to my table and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as I hugged the other mamas.
I’m supposed to be introducing him to my friends today. And instead, I arrive empty handed.
I did end up having a great time. I enjoyed being around friendly, familiar faces.
But loss just hovers over every little thing we do. Life will never be the same for any of us. And as sad as this is, I still wouldn’t change it. I would willingly choose every second of pain, every moment of heartache, every tear that is shed to have Sterling for the 6 days he lived.