This Mother’s Day served as a reminder of so many positives that arrive from the Road of Loss. Not only did Kieran provide me with the many gifts of wisdom and Universal Connection following his young death but I was to find this is only half of the discovery. It is the gifts right under my nose that have made an incredible difference and guided me back into the land of survival.
The remaining children of a lost sibling are given a pretty raw deal. They suffer in quiet pain and bewilderment as they observe the fall out of parents unable to hold the family in a space of security and normality. They do not complain but instead go without needs met while waiting, waiting for what life might become.
By some quirk of fate, I am the only parent of two families of children still living. I am lucky enough to enjoy the love of another son and daughter of my body, and also a son and a daughter not of my body. Three nephews and a niece stay close to my heart. I love each of them.
All of them are instrumental in providing normality, laughter and courage. And protection!
My eldest two sons have always been my protectors. One would shop with me and ensure my chosen dress was not too short and the neckline not revealing while for the other, God help anyone who might venture a negative comment of his mother!!
They have been a self proclaimed posse of guard and guide!
Since son two, Kieran , has moved into Heaven, nothing has changed at all in that department!! Now I have one son on this side of life who has been known to call me from work because he just knew I was unhappy right then, and the other son offering comfort and opportunity from Heaven!
I was not expecting that they both contacted me regularly from places far away. I discovered that they are both only a message away!!! One calls from Heaven and one calls from China where he now lives!
This amazing discovery brings great peace for me. Their sister offers cuddles and words of support wise beyond her years. A son and a daughter not of my body but of my heart offer love and call me Mum.
Kieran’s siblings and cousins, all of whom have known such bitter heartache and deep grief show me the way. We have many losses in our family and yet they walk their lives with determination, faith, courage and strength. They laugh and grow, build and learn. They shine a light for each other and for me.
I cannot help but feel so proud of them. They have all suffered and yet taken life on the chin.
If I have survived the loss of a child then it is because of these young people whom I am honoured to call my own. The gifts of my losses are the lives that travel with me. My Mother’s Day is full of the gifts of smiling faces.
I am the luckiest woman alive!