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When the sonographer told me that my sixth baby would be a girl, I told her to check again

By comparing loss, I was invalidating the pain of others

I’m a mother now, but I’m not Mommy. The gap is tremendous

“Gee, I wonder where that hairbrush/peeler/car key will eventually turn up.” And they all do, turn up, that is, just not where I’d expect them….

And it hits me then: my children are ready because they believe they’re ready

Lost among the graves, I wondered why I was there