As I prepare for Christmas each year, I take out a few treasured ornaments from my collection. Among them are handprint reindeer, footprint snowmen, and stars lovingly crafted during preschool days. Yet, the one that captures my heart most is a silver ornament featuring my daughter’s smiling face.
This ornament is not rushed onto the tree; I hang it with care, gradually placing it on branch after branch, stepping back to admire the entire tree. I wait for that gentle nudge from my heart that tells me it’s just right. Each year, I hang this ornament in her memory, a bittersweet tribute to what should have been. Instead of a present from her, I place her picture on the tree, a reminder of the laughter that is no longer here.
In those still moments of the night, I find myself lost in the glow of twinkling lights, tears blurring my vision as I think of you, my fellow bereaved mother. I wonder if you too are longing for a Christmas that feels just out of reach. Do you wear a brave face for your surviving children, hiding the heartache within?
If I could, I would wrap you in a hug that only those who share this profound loss can understand. It would be a hug that connects our hearts in a way that feels as if we’ve known each other forever, bound by our shared sorrow. Though we may be miles apart, I hold space for you in my heart.
Even when we can’t see one another, I am with you, dear mother.
I am with you when the guilt of grieving during what should be a joyful season weighs heavy on your heart. I am with you when you step away for a moment of solitude, staring at your reflection in the mirror, wishing for the tears to stop. I am with you as you trace the name on the empty stocking, a painful reminder of the child who should be here.
I stand beside you when holiday pregnancy announcements pierce your heart, and when cherished memories take your breath away. I feel your struggle as you navigate family gatherings with a smile that feels forced. Every tear, every disappointment, every moment of misunderstanding—through it all, I am with you.
We are intertwined in this experience; I am you, and you are me. So how could I not support you through these seasons of grief?
The world may whisper that we are healing or coping, but we know the truth. Others can’t see the depth of our pain behind the brave faces we present. You may hide your sorrow behind shades and smiles, but I understand the turmoil that lies beneath the surface.
While others move on, seemingly unscathed by loss, your grief remains palpable. Baking a casserole for a family Christmas gathering feels trivial in the grand scheme of things. The world around you, even during the holidays, often feels so small compared to your immense loss.
You may find yourself burying your grief beneath a facade during this festive time, and that’s okay; I do as well. But imagine if we could acknowledge that our grief, no matter how complex, is just as valid as our strengths. I have saved a place for you, my friend, right beside me.
As one bereaved mother to another, I share your journey with you. You are not alone in this.
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In summary, as we approach this holiday season, remember that you have a kindred spirit in me. Together, we endure this journey, sharing both the pain and the love for our lost children.
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