Acceptance

I never realized that when I don't post, people get worried and wonder what is going on with me. So here is a post that I've been thinking about for awhile.

For the past few weeks, I've accepted what has been given to me, two beautiful angels in heaven that have changed my life. I've accepted the fact that I was pregnant once and gave birth to 2 beautiful girls that I am never going to see again in this lifetime. And I'm not moving on because they have forever changed me and who I am, but I am living life to the fullest because you never know how long your life will be. For my girls it was just a few moments in the womb that I had created for them and during those brief moments, they touched not only me and my husband, but our entire close knit family and friends. Without these people, I would be lost. Through my friends, I have another network of friends that have embraced me into this club that no one wants to belong. They have walked in my shoes and on the bad days they carry me through. They check in on me to make sure I'm walking proudly in these shoes that I don't want to be wearing. They reassure me that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that they survived it. So I am hopeful. Hopeful for the future and what it holds. Hopeful for a house full of children and laughter. But, I will never forget and I will never get over my two beautiful angels that have a special place in my heart. They have touched me...Have you ever been touched by an angel....or two?? I am truly blessed. I dedicate this one to you, maddy and liv.

My Shoes

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in other's eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not
theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try to walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so that they don't hurt quite so
much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think
about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.


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