Way back when before I got married or had children you would hear of terrible things in the news and stories spread by word of mouth. Stories that included terrible things that have happened to children. Yes, even death.
Yet before I was a BLM or even a mother, these were just sad stories. I couldn't relate. I knew it was a tragic event and I would say a prayer for these hurting families but that was about the extent of my understanding.
I'm a different person now. I don't know if its because I am a mother or because I am a BLM. I have never known motherhood without having been a BLM so I cant really separate the two. But when I hear of these terrible things happening now, my heart grieves. Like, really grieves. I picture it as having been my child. I hear stories of loss everyday because of all the BLMs I know. And though I wasn't given the opportunity to meet their babies, I feel that I have come to know them through their stories and through their mamas. Each story touches my heart and brings tears to my eyes. I grieve for these children. For their mamas. For their families.
Yesterday I was looking through the photos of a BLM friends sweet baby before he passed and at the funeral. Though I have seen these photos before they just brought tears to my eyes. I had to just let it all out. Before I knew it I was looking at many other BLM photos and the sobs just came. I miss these babies for their mamas so very much. And my pain and hurt sort of surprised me yesterday. I came to a realization... I actually have come to love these babies. Love them as if they were part of my own family. We truly are BLM sisters.
So I just wanted to share with all you amazing ladies (and men if you're out there) that I truly love your babies. Your stories have touched and changed my life. Your support and friendship has made me a better person and has helped me get to where I am today. Sending you all my love and thoughts.