Its been 11 years since my last miscarriage. I would be sharing my life with a 10 year old son I had carried him to term. This time of the year is always a little bitter-sweet when I consider how things would have been. At the same time, I have been able to accomplish things that I may not have been able to do because my husband and I are not raising children. Our four footed cats are quite capable of taking care of themselves when we need to be away. I will graduate with my Masters Degree in Community Counseling this Friday. I do not think I would have been able to go back to school. My husband and I have travelled many different places around the country particularly with Barbershop and Sweet Adelines. That also would have been different. I miss the opportunity to be able to share my life with a child who I hope would have enjoyed many of the same hobbies we do, music, travel, building lego. Perhaps sometime we will adopt a child, but that time is not yet. For now, we care for our kitty children and do the work we have been called to do. I know that someday I will meet my son, but until then I am very grateful for what I have, and for what this experience has given to me. I am able to reach out and touch others because of the grief and loss I have experienced. So on days like today when I am feeling a little melancholic, I reflect on the blessings I do have, and look to the future.
More later.
