I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can
take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my
shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them
uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these
shoes.
There are many pairs in the world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try to walk in
them.
Some have learned to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite
as much.
Some have worn these shoes so long that days will go by
before they think of how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of the shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a
child.
Author Unknown

I discovered your blog shortly after losing my preterm daughter Christine - just last week. I wanted to thank you for being my voice in this time of pain. For days I've felt I can't put into words the loneliness of mothering a stillborn. She was my first and no one can grasp how deep this loss is. I know all too well the pain we must endure in these shoes & I pray all of our kindred mothers will know the love of our lost children.
ReplyDelete