In my last entry I told you how we lost our child at nearly 12 weeks gestation. It was a devastating blow for me. In grieving my child, I lost hope for a time.
Loss, Part 1
The hard truth of pregnancy is that sometimes babies die before they are born. Some women are more affected by miscarriage than others. This article is for those who have struggled to cope– maybe it’s you, or your wife, or your co-worker. My first miscarriage was a release from an unexpected pregnancy; I didn’t see it as the death of a child. But the second miscarriage, while physically the same process, not only took my child, but nearly took my faith.
Plums and Perseverance
When you are looking at adversity, do you see the obstacle or the opportunity? Typically, we see the obstacle. But whether out of sheer stubbornness, ingrained optimism, or faith, we decide NOT to throw the towel in and walk away. What it really is, if we stick it out, is a chance for God to show what He can do– turn an obstacle into an opportunity
Moving Tips
It’s time to move again! Tips from experienced moms.
The current dwelling is a rental; there’s no attachment other than it’s charming 1920’s Craftsman style with moldings, built-ins, and leaded glass. Charming, that is, if you don’t count the sewage coming in from the toilet. The fourth time the plumbing backed up in a year, my husband announced it was time to move on.
Mothering-up With the Joneses
- Keeping up with the Joneses has taken on a new meaning: our kids better be as good, or better than, our neighbors’. We have the urge to produce better kids. We might feel like we are are failing, because in the run for worldly approval, child Jones is successful, and our child is not.
St. Patty’s Mother
This entry is originally from a letter I wrote to our daughter last March. The idea was generated at the start of a spin class, (as in cycling) when the instructor asked if anyone knew much about St. Patrick. Ever the homeschool mother, I volunteered what I knew. What I didn’t say, and what niggled at me the rest of the class was, like me, struggling with a child moving away from home, St. Patrick had a mother too.