I have put my foot in my mouth several times in my 29 years. Who hasn't? I think that it is part of human nature to speak out loud things that should've remained thoughts; and the wonderful thing about getting older (if there is a wonderful thing), is that you mature enough to realize that it really is better to think before you speak, and that there are safe phrases for just about every situation... words to live by, if you will.
I had an acquaintence today tell me all about the incredible, amazing, miraculous birth of her grand-child, and detail every fact that she learned about umbilical cords, placentas, and childbirth in general. She spoke with such undeniable happieness and enthusiasm - all on a volunteer basis, of course - that I felt completely betrayed and hurt as a woman that lost a baby due to stillbirth less than one year ago. I felt as though she was subconsciously trying to compare my own painful experience to her glorious one, and I have difficulty understanding such thoughtless, uninvited dialogue.
This happened at the close of a happy, productive day; and even now I have a bitter taste in my mouth thinking about it. Sometimes people speak without thinking first.
Perhaps it's time for me to go on and on about my lovely wedding to my soul mate 5 years ago... Her son and "daughter" aren't married, and I know that her old-fashioned mind isn't pleased about it.
Nah. Not worth it. I don't like the taste of my feet.
MWM Turns 30
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Monday, January 4, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
One Day Left...
2010 will arrive in my Mid-Western home as it always does - cold, cloudy, and ho-hum. We may sleep in a little, and we'll probably watch a re-run marathon of some trashy television show that we'd normally not have time for. Mainly, though, we'll be excited about the opportunity that ringing in a new year brings to our family, our careers, our finances, and our general health and well-being.
Our precious son Henry died unexpectedly during the final days of my pregnancy last Spring. A cord accident (true knot) proved to be the cause - a simple, natural, occurrence that takes the lives of some, but not the lives of others. Even with nearly 9 months of perspective, I still don't know why our family was chosen. After doing the hard work of achieving a new "normal" for myself and for my family, I continue to lament the loss of the privilege of knowing and raising my son, and of giving my nearly 3 year-old daughter a sibling and playmate. 2009 will always be a landmark year in my life - one during which my son both lived and died; and so did I in some ways.
Join me as I spend a year blogging about being a Mom in the Mid-West, parenting a toddler daughter, expecting a SPAL (subsequent pregnancy after loss) baby, and guiding 26 fourth graders into a new decade of being. 2010, here I come with almost 30 years in tow and friends by my side!
MWM Turns 30
Our precious son Henry died unexpectedly during the final days of my pregnancy last Spring. A cord accident (true knot) proved to be the cause - a simple, natural, occurrence that takes the lives of some, but not the lives of others. Even with nearly 9 months of perspective, I still don't know why our family was chosen. After doing the hard work of achieving a new "normal" for myself and for my family, I continue to lament the loss of the privilege of knowing and raising my son, and of giving my nearly 3 year-old daughter a sibling and playmate. 2009 will always be a landmark year in my life - one during which my son both lived and died; and so did I in some ways.
Join me as I spend a year blogging about being a Mom in the Mid-West, parenting a toddler daughter, expecting a SPAL (subsequent pregnancy after loss) baby, and guiding 26 fourth graders into a new decade of being. 2010, here I come with almost 30 years in tow and friends by my side!
MWM Turns 30
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