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#CaptureYourGrief – Day #8

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#CaptureYourGriefDay8

My wish is that we understand that grief doesn’t exactly have an end.  As we move along the path our grief changes.  Our beginning isn’t the same as any other length but that doesn’t mean that along the way we just hop off and have no more sadness, pain, or tears.  It means that our paths sometimes fork along the way.

Sometimes the path we walk loops around and we walk back into feelings we thought we already dealt with.  Sometimes those loops are brought on by milestones like birthdays, first steps, first days of school, school pictures, graduations, weddings, and countless other milestones along the way.

Sometimes our paths meet others.  We walk with them for an unknown number of steps until our paths fork again.  We continue through the journey of survival through the rest of our lives.  My wish is to touch lives along the way.

Along my path I have found a few things I wish I and others understood about grief before they became a giant fork. This perpendicular fork often leads to relationships ending and hard feelings.

I Wish….

…it was okay to tell people when they are not being helpful.

Now I am not saying this should be said to everyone nor should it be said out of anger.  The truth is there are people out there that aren’t going to be as helpful as you wish they were.  This includes family and friends.  I spoke up about things that were bothering me and I was told to “get over it.”  To this day those relationships are strained at best.  I wish the words, “I am sorry.” would have been used instead.

…people understood that trying to protect children from death and the emotions of grief isn’t helpful.

There are so many things we want to shelter our kids from but hiding a loss or your grief from them can do more harm that good.  Kids don’t need all the details about the passing of their sibling, cousin, friend, ect.  They do need age appropriate explanations.

Children need to be able to say goodbye just like adults.  We received some unkind words about letting our daughter’s older brothers have a private viewing of her body.  That day I was thankful for the caring funeral home director who gave the sound advice on why it is important for them to see that she was no longer coming home.  They felt her hands and face and asked questions.  He answered every question with compassion and set us on a path that helped our boys along the way.

On many occasions they have joined in my tears as we remember their sister.  The know there is comfort in talking about their own grief.  It has opened the door for them to reach out to friends and strangers as they experience their own loss.

My wish is that we are understanding of our children’s abilities and need to grieve as well.  We can protect them without sacrificing their grief needs.  Sometimes it means we have to open our wounds a little more than we want.

… that death and grief didn’t make people so uncomfortable, and there were fewer awkward encounters.

It doesn’t matter if it is right after the loss of almost seven years later.  I inevitably make someone uncomfortable when I share Clara’s part of our life.  If I cry, they feel bad and don’t want to upset you again so they avoid the topic.  If I don’t appear sad, there have been not so nice comments.  Sometimes it is just awkward.

I have learned never to use Clara’s life as a way to create awkwardness.  When I was pregnant with my last baby I heard so many comments about my pregnancy.  Never more often than while standing in line at the grocery store juggling 4 boys, groceries, bags, and payment.  “Are you hoping for a girl.”  “Trying till you get a girl.”  “You don’t know what your missing with no girls.”  Step #1 breath.  Step #2 say “Thank you.  Healthy is okay with me.”  End.

I too often out of frustration clearly stated, “I do have a daughter, she passed away when she was 3.5 months old.”  That certainly stopped all further comments.  That however does nothing for the community and outsiders who honestly aren’t saying those things to be mean.  They are just trying to initiate small talk to be polite.   I realized I have been on their side with small talk that really isn’t any of my business either.

Anyway, be prepared.  It will happen with strangers and sometimes even with family.  My wish is that we handle these situations with grace and create awareness through projects like #CaptureYourGrief about pregnancy & infant loss.

As I look at my wish list I feel these situations in my past and present.  I know they will be a part of my future too.  My wish is that some day these things will be accepted by all.  I hope one day I can be open with others without judgement.  My wish is that my path will have fewer forks and loops and that someday those perpendicular forks might meet again.

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Leave it to the Imagination

Watching little kids role play can be an amazing thing.  I have found there is a distinct difference in the way boys and girls play.  Even without trying to create gender lines my little ones have taken to playing kitchen with stuffed animals, superheroes, transformers, and dolls.

This past month has been interesting, and hard, to watch.  A few weeks ago my 2 year old came running down the stairs with her baby in her arms.  She was yelling, “My baby isn’t breathing!  Help her! Help her!”.  She dropped her baby in my lap and looked at me expectantly.  I hugged her baby and told her she was just napping.  My little lady took her baby upstairs only to come running again just a few minutes later.  This time she told me, “She died mommy, she died.  Save her! Save her!”.  Then she “kissed” her baby (more like mouth to mouth) and left her baby on my lap because she died.

It has been extremely difficult for me.  I have not a clue where this comes from.  She knows her older sister passed away but we have never really talked about the “event”.  It shocked me that her role play could affect me in such a way that it would cause me to have flashbacks.  As she continued to play this game, I did my best to try to distract her with tea parties and walks and hugs and kisses.  The distractions seemed to work.  She seemed to quit role playing her baby dying.

Reprieve is sometimes a funny thing.  This past week she found her daddy’s new shoe box.  An innocent looking shoe box that started as a bed for her baby.  Soon it became something different….a coffin.  She brought her baby to me to dress her in her favorite dress.  No big deal. Then she found her baby’s favorite blanket.  Again, no big deal.  Then she wrapped her baby up, gave her baby a kiss, told her bye-bye and I will miss you, and then put the lid on the box.  Finally she put it under the pile of blankets and stood there and gave a little pouty lip.  She went in search of flowers for baby doll but came back with her baby bottle to leave by the blanket pile.  I have seen this and other similar situations happen five times this week.

My older boys smashed that box today.  They couldn’t watch it anymore.  It is just so odd.  We all seem to lack the ability to even explain how she knows this.  She has never even been to a funeral.  We have never talked to her about the day Clara died.  I can only surmise that she has seen enough through movies and tv to put a scenario together.  Maybe she has overheard things from siblings or my husband and I.  I will never know how she knows but I will remember it as the role play that can send those who have lived it into flashbacks, sadness, and a little anger.  (Yeah anger at the box, I think.  My 11 year old stomped it to bits!)

Oddly enough my little lady asked about her sister Clara today.  She and my 4 year old son wanted to know why Clara had to be buried and if she is in Heaven. It is funny how their little minds and bodies play through real life situation.  I can’t say it has been easy to watch but it reminds me that they are grieving in their own way and in their own time.  I have to remember that their grief is different because they have never met Clara and that role play might be their best way to make their sister tangible.  A real sister who is no longer here, who they will never meet on this earth, a sister who is waiting in Heaven.WP_20150708_11_32_59_Pro

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