I was on a conference call today (July 16, 2009) with a team member out of another office, someone that I had never met. While she was pulling up a file we were chatting, and she asked..."Do you have children?", "I replied yes", she asked "How many children do you have?", for a moment I stopped, the very same pause I take when anyone I am not acquainted with asks that question, my response was, "Four."
Does that answer diminish the value of my son's life, does it erase the memories of his existence for those 32 weeks that I was privileged enough to carry him or does it protect me? Protect me from the awkwardness as someone struggles to find the right response, protect me from revisiting the loss?
Will the memories fade, will they become less profound? I know the answer is NO. This experience defines who I am today.
I am a wife and mother, going through the motions of marriage while raising four children and always trying to honor the memory of the one we lost. We were told that this experience would either make or break our marriage........."I don't wanna to go through the motions."
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