Today is international Bereaved Mothers’ Day.
This celebration and remembrance day is to help heal the hearts of other hurting mothers. The same mothers who won’t be surrounded by the love of a child on Mothers’ Day. The same mothers who feel as though the advertising community is mocking them with their endless Mothers’ Day advertisements. The same mothers who are mentally preparing for the overload of beautiful family photos to come next Sunday.
Today is not about guilt or sadness. It is about acknowledgement. 1 in 5 women miscarry. 24,000 babies are stillborn in the US each year. 72,000 babies are loss to complications in pregnancy in the US each year. Let those women share their stories and be acknowledged.
Today, I am honoring my babies by telling their story.
Olivia & Oliver Gonzalez
“How very softly
you tiptoed into my world.
Almost silently,
only a moment you stayed.
But what an imprint
your footprints have left
upon my heart.”
-Dorothy Ferguson
This year, I became a mother. This year, I felt an unimaginable love for another human being – two human beings, actually. I imagined a life for them. I imagined a life for the four of us. I felt whole and as if my entire life existed for these tiny humans.
This year, I grieved. This year, I felt an unimaginable pain and loss.
My mom always says “I loved you first” and that there was no love that compared to that of a mother and her child. I knew she loved me, but I couldn’t fathom how deeply and what her words truly meant until this year.
There truly is no love that compares. It is unconditional and everlasting. A love so deep that knows no bounds; not only existing in life, but also in death.
For my dearest, Olivia and Oliver, you will always be my babies and I thank you for giving me the chance to be your mother. We never got to really know each other, but you both are the most important part of who I am today. You’ll always be my first loves, my OG’s.
savvynah 