Borrowed Gift

A friend of the family wrote this, and it just really touched me. My mother lost her first baby when he was about 20 months old-- our youngest is named after him. I can't imagine what it's like to loose a child. I guess all mother's have a hint because they know the love they have for their children, but still I'm sure that it's one of those things you just don't fully understand until if happens to you. My mom would say that she just wouldn't want to wake up the next morning, but the morning would always come and she would have to find a way to get through the day. Life goes on even though she didn't want it to, and she just had to find a way to keep living.

In our faith we believe that when we loose children, at such a young age, we will get a chance to raise them again in the millennium. A comfort at times I'm sure, but even so it takes a lot of faith and understanding to get through the loss of a child.

Thank you to my friend for the great reminder of just how precious our little ones are. I know I'll strive harder to appreciate each day I have with my children. They really are such wonderful spirits that I've been entrusted with. At times I don't feel worthy. At times I don't understand. At times I don't think I'm cut out to raise children to be good and decent adults. I guess it takes a lot of faith and understanding to raise children as well.