I am one of those people who doesn't know how to answer the question, "Where are you from?" I have lived in Pennsylvania, Kentucky, Indiana, and I currently live in Kansas.
I am the mother of a daughter I never knew outside the womb. She was with me for twenty-one weeks. I am rapidly learning about grief and loss, but also about hope and faith.
I am proof that hope and faith are resilient things, that the human spirit strives to overcome. I am brave enough to try again. I am waiting to welcome my first son into the world this fall.
I am far from perfect. I am jealous of all women who naively travel the road of pregnancy, who don't know about loss or difficulty.
I am impatient. I am tired of waiting to be recognized by others as a parent. I am tired of waiting to hug, kiss, snuggle my child. I hurt for all women who struggle to become mothers, who desperately want to hold a child of their own.
I am proof that hope and faith are resilient things, that the human spirit strives to overcome. I am brave enough to try again. I am waiting to welcome my first son into the world this fall.
I am far from perfect. I am jealous of all women who naively travel the road of pregnancy, who don't know about loss or difficulty.
I am impatient. I am tired of waiting to be recognized by others as a parent. I am tired of waiting to hug, kiss, snuggle my child. I hurt for all women who struggle to become mothers, who desperately want to hold a child of their own.
