To Never Grow Up

I don't want to be an insensitive person who doesn't understand that it truly is bittersweet for someone to watch their child grow up. I get that it is. I imagine it will be for me one day in the future if I have more babies.

But it's also about perspective. And remembering when you tell someone who buried their child how difficult it is, that at least you have the sweet part of the whole bittersweet deal.

Someone recently said to me how weird it feels when her young daughter isn't at home with her and how lost she feels without her, like she should be caring for her. I thought to myself... imagine that times a million. Every day for the rest of your life.

I've been a mother for 8 years now and don't have a sunshine (child born before loss) or a rainbow (child born after loss). I have my 2 L's and hopes and dreams for the future that haven't yet been realized. How long, O Lord?

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