Today is International Bereaved Mothers Day. I'd never heard of it until recently. The story behind it is basically this: Mothers Day (the traditional one) was started by a woman named Anna, in honour of her mother Ann, who had lost seven babies. Somewhere along the line it's shifted from being a day that lovingly celebrates all mums, to a day that makes card companies and florists a ton of money. Have you ever tried finding a Mothers Day card for a bereaved mum? I have, due to a card exchange I'm participating in. And it was ridiculously hard! Two different shops (including a newsagency that had heaps of cards), and I found one that was just good enough. Mothers Day was founded by someone honouring their own bereaved mum, and now they aren't really catered for at all. Hence, International Bereaved Mothers Day was founded. In honour of that, today I'm thinking today of these precious babes that I'll meet one day in Heaven.
And the precious babies gone too soon, whose names I do not know but whose short existence I will always remember.
The two things most important to me in life are my faith and my family. I've been a Christian since I was a little girl, a wife since 2011 and a mother since 2013, to a beautiful girl Ariella, who was stillborn, and a handsome boy Levi.