Mother’s Grief
True Friendship
Being seen. Being loved. Mourning with those who mourn. Rejoicing with those who rejoice. Understanding like a true friend.
Read MoreWe Are Missing It All
By: Sabrina Ivy We are missing it all. And tonight it hurts like hell. Baby loss isn’t something that just happened at one tragic day in our lives years ago. It is something that we carry with us as we endure each and every day and special occasion that comes and goes without our daughter…
Read MoreEmbracing the Journey from Broken to Rejoicing
By: Kayla Leibner Have you ever felt pressured on your grief journey – by your feelings or by the words of others? There are some things that have been said to me repeatedly over the last few years – more frequently at the beginning of my life as a bereaved parent and only on occasion…
Read MorePregnancy After Loss
Pregnancy after Loss is an emotional roller coaster, but you are never alone.
Read MoreWriting your Baby’s Story
By: Ann-Marie Ferry i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for…
Read MoreRest for Your Soul
By: Kayla Leibner Life can be exhausting. Some seasons just seem to never stop moving. I am in a season of my life in which there is always something that needs to be done – laundry, dishes, cleaning, meal planning, school, bills, groceries, errands… the list could go on and on. I often have a…
Read MoreThe Lyrics That Help To Tell My Story
By: Ann-Marie Ferry I love words. They are like food for my soul. A good phrase can capture a thought like a snapshot and then paint it in vivid color. Soon after the loss of my son, when friends and family did not know what to say and when the thoughts in my head were…
Read MoreThe Pain of Forward Motion: When Memories Fade
By: Ann-Marie Ferry Sitting cross legged on the warm summer ground I comb my fingers through the damp grass. Every so often I grasp at it as if I am grasping for growing hair. A short time has passed since Kuyper’s burial, yet the patch of earth over his grave has grown in thick, making…
Read MoreHow Many?
By: Kayla Leibner Who am I? I am a Christian. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend. I am more things, but these are the identities that are most important to me. First and foremost, my identity is in Christ. However, since…
Read MoreBereaved Mother’s Day
By: Amy Lied The Sunday before Mother’s Day. A day you never heard of until you joined this terrible club. It’s a day set assigned to honor the mothers who are living without their child/ren. It’s a day with which I have a love/hate relationship. I love the fact that we get our own day,…
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