Everyday I go to work with a smile on my face. I take care of others that their worst with sincerity and grace. I’ve always had that “broken wing syndrome” or the need to take care of others and fix their problems all the while ignoring my own.
People always comment on how “perfectly put together” I am. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, great body…it’s all just a facade. Those are the only things left I can control while the rest of my life feels like it is falling apart. The hair, the makeup is all part of a scheme to hide the many broken pieces that lie within. While most solely focus on my outer attributes, I scramble to try to put the pieces together before people start to realize I’m anything other then perfect.
I know I’m not the person I use to be. I’m scared and jaded beyond repair. The hardest thing for me to hear is when my husband tells me I don’t laugh and smile like I use to. That statement hit me like a brick wall. I realize that I portray happiness to the outer world, but when I’m around the only person who knows me best, I have become nothing but a shell of despair. I feel like I have abandoned him at times, locked in this nightmare. He saw the physical pain I went through and held my hand through it all. He even prayed to God to give all of my pain to him. He’s such a good man. I’ve tried to hide the emotional grief I’ve been tormented with but I know he sees through me like he always does. He watches me struggle and I can see it break his heart because he can’t make it all better.
There’s times I don’t want to heal because I think it means forgetting but I’ve come to the realization that’s just not true. The scars are still very fresh and some are still open and raw. You see, I’ve lost four babies since our son was born. Four children that I’ve longed to hold in my arms, are now in the arms of Jesus. Four dates of loss that’ll forever be engraved in my mind. Four little ones that I’ll see again one day in heaven.
December 23, 2013
March 9, 2014
June 23, 2014
August 12, 2015
Fly high my angels until we meet again, Mommy loves you.