Shared by Jess McCormack - Content Author
Once upon a time, there was a girl who longed to be a mother. Over many years with many trials, the girl worked hard to realise her dream. She followed the rules, she waited patiently, and she never gave up. And after much time had passed and many tears had been shed, she was given the greatest gift of all: a baby girl to nurture. And as that tiny baby grew within her, so the girl’s heart began to swell with the pure love of a mother. But on the day she was finally going to hold her baby in her arms, the mother’s world grew dark. For she learned that her baby could stay only fleetingly. One day was all she would have to hold her.
The mother laid her precious baby down, kissed her dark curls, and stroked her soft cheek for the last time. She had no choice but to walk away, saying goodbye to her baby and to the dreams she had for them both. The mother’s heart shattered into tiny pieces.
Her world became darker than she knew possible. It hurt to breathe. Every day was filled with fear and agonising pain, as a great cloud of grief became ever-present in the sky above. The mother’s body began to heal, but her heart could not, for without her baby girl she no longer knew who she was.
Gradually, flecks of light began to appear in the dark that surrounded her. They were glimmers of hope, in the form of love and compassion, showered upon her by loyal friends. They were little text messages, cards, visits, small yet significant gifts, and lots of soup. They were the open arms and open ears of the kind souls who sat without judgement and without fear and listened as the mother spoke of her child and told the story of her birth over and over again.
Those friends became bright stars in the mother’s raw, early grief. Some continue to shine brightly in her life. Others quietly slipped away. A few chose to leave with anger and hurt, the mother left reeling in the dust of their departure. But that hurt has been vastly overwhelmed by the love of old friends who still mention the baby’s name, and by the acceptance of new wonderful friends, who have embraced the bereaved mother in all her brokenness. Together these friends have been scaffolding, supporting the mother as she began to rebuild her life. They held her tightly as the worries threatened to consume her, and celebrated with her as new life began to grow. They honoured that first special baby as two more were born, helping to heal the mother’s heart in a way that nothing else could.
Without those bright stars, those friends, the mother would still be lost in that dark forest of grief. And so it was that the greatest lesson her first baby taught her was the power of kindness, and that loving hard and being loved is all that really matters ❤️