Lately, I find myself having conversations I never imagined. Like the other day with Jayden and Brooklyn’s palliative nurse. Or the one I had with their sister, Ellie, on the floor of her bedroom.
I guess when two of your kids are labeled “terminally ill” these conversations are bound to happen. For those of you new to our story, we have 3 children, the two oldest, Jayden (10) and Brooklyn (7) have a rare and terminal disease, Sanfilippo Syndrome. Our youngest, Ellie (4) is does not.
This piece is part two of a series of blog posts entitled, Confessions as I Anticipate Grief.
WARNING: Friends in painful places, especially for my “me too mamas,” my Sanfilippo sisters. This is a difficult read. I wouldn’t have read it even a year ago. It just depends on where you are in your diagnosis. Just know it is here when you need it. But, I am 7 years in and this is our reality. A tough, gut wrenching, honest, reality. Sometimes it can be too much. But isn’t it all?
My intention is to share truth. Here’s what I promise if you choose to read. You will see me rise. Just like you are rising. We are not just surviving, but thriving in the midst. Death doesn’t win. We don’t drown. I am tired of trying to avoid the darkness, because light is so much brighter when we acknowledge how dark it is. Thank you for showing up in the meeting for a club you never wanted to join. Since we are all members, may these be our words. Continue reading “Confessions As I Anticipate Grief: part 2”
Bryan and Betsy are the type of people that should get their plan A. They follow all the rules. They look like and smell like Jesus. Always have, always will. Betsy’s the kind of woman that asked me once if she could just come learn from and be with my kids. Bryan’s the kind of guy that woke up at 2 AM one morning and sent Justin an email just to let him know he was praying for him. They are the type of people who ask how you are doing and really want to know your answer. They aren’t trying to be good, they just are good. It’s as challenging as it is refreshing.
So when everything changed in their journey, I couldn’t help but watch. How would the they handle life when it stopped going according to plan? How would they handle grief and loss? The answer shouldn’t surprise you-they handled it with Grace and Truth. God took a most dangerous tool, pain, to refine them, deepen them, and shape them more into His image. They were, and continue to be, honest, vulnerable, and unwavering in their faith.
I am so honored Betsy sat down to share her journey with us today.
Continue reading “From funerals to foster care: A guest feature by Betsy Bicket”
Mother’s day is in a few days.
And when I think of Mother’s Day, my first thought is Hallmark. You know…
The Sunday-after-church brunch where you tell your mother how much you love her.
And, that is wonderful. It ’s the way it’s supposed to be. Mom’s work hard for the family and should be celebrated. Just like father’s on Father’s Day.
But this Mother’s Day, my heart is heavy. A friend just had another failed adoption. Another friend is going through some really heavy stuff with her teenage son. Yet another friend just lost another pregnancy. And today, I got a call from a friend who tragically lost her mother-in-law.
But this is what Mother’s day is about, too. In fact, maybe this is the best illustration of a mother’s love. Motherhood is just as much about grief as it is celebration. It’s all the love and pain, beauty and mess, sunshine and darkness, all wrapped into one relationship. One title. One person.
So, whether you are celebrating or grieving this Mother’s Day, I think you will appreciate Michelle’s journey.
Continue reading “What life looks like after losing a baby: A guest feature by Michelle Jenison”
The following is a Eulogy written by Valerie Barnett, a mother to to beautiful children who have truly left a legacy. They shared the same diagnosis as Jayden and Brooklyn, MPSIIIA, or Sanfilippo. Steven passed away this past December and Val posted this on facebook. The Barnetts are an inspiration to me. They have shown the power of the Holy Spirit in vibrant ways for the world to see and I had to share. It is an honor to say we know them. Barnetts, thank you for sharing and teaching us all!
Continue reading “The Barnett family”