A FRIEND SENT THIS TO ME - AND I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT. IT REALLY DOES MAKE ME THINK..........it is not my fault - I did everything I could to help Jason............................................ I have to tell you this. You did not fail. Not even a little. You are not a horrible mother. You did not choose this. You didn’t want this to happen. You didnt do anything wrong. It just happened. To you. Despite your begging, pleading, praying, hoping against all hope that it would not. Even though everything within you was screaming, no no no no no no no no no no!!!! You could not have prevented this even if you could have predicted the future like no one can. Even if you did nothing more, you are already the best mom there is because you would have done absolutely anything to keep your child alive. To breathe your last breath to save theirs. To choose the pain all over again just to spend one more minute with them. That, is the ultimate kind of love. You are the ultimate kind of mother. So wash your hands of any naysayers, betrayers, or anyone who sprinted in the other direction when you needed them the most. Wash your hands of the people who may have falsely judged you, ostracized you, or stigmatized you because of what happened to you. Wash your hands of anyone who has made you feel less than by questioning everything you did or didn’t do. Those whose words or looks have implied that this was somehow your fault. This was not your fault. This will never be your fault, no matter how many different ways someone tries to tell you it is. Sometimes it’s our own inner voice that shoves us into the darkest corner of despair, like an abuser, telling us over and over and over again that we failed as mothers. That if only this and what if that, it would never have happened. That you woulda, shoulda done this or that so your child would not have died. That is a lie of the sickest kind. Do not believe it, not even for a second. Do not let it sink into your bones. Do not let it smother that beautiful, beautiful light of yours. Instead, breathe in this truth with every part of yourself: You are the best damn mother in the entire world. No one else could do what you do. No one else could ever be your child’s mother as well as you can, as well as you are. No one else could let your child’s love and light shine through them the way you do. +690 You have within you a sacred strength. You are the mother of all mothers. There is no one, no one, no one that could ever, ever replace you. No one. You were chosen to be their mother. Yes– chosen. And no one could parent them better in life or in death than you do. So breathe mama, keep breathing. Believe mama, keep believing. Fight mama, keep fighting, for this truth to uproot the lies in your heart— you didnt fail. You are not a failure. Not even a little. It takes invincible strength to mother a child you can no longer hold, see, touch or hear. You are a superhero mama. I see you fall down and get up, fall down and get up, over and over again. I notice the grit and guts it takes to pry yourself out of bed every single day and force your bloodied feet to stand up and keep walking. I see you walking this path of life you have been given where every breath and step apart from your child is a physical, emotional and spiritual battleground— a fight for your own survival— a fight to quiet the insidious lies. But the truth is– you haven’t failed at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. You are the mother of all mothers. Truly the most inspiring, courageous, loving mother there is– a warrior mama through and through. For even in death you lovingly mother your precious child still.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 02:44:53 +0000
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