On May 2, over 20 years ago I found out I had miscarried our little tiny baby. That was certainly heartbreaking physically and emotionally. I never saw our baby. I never knew if it was a girl or a boy. I just knew my little happiness and joy of that coming fall was suddenly gone.
Time went on, we all began to heal and then more babies came. But I've never forgotten that little one. I hope I will know and love that little one in the next life.
Since then, there have been several more unforeseen difficult events in my life. Some extremely painful to the point of heartbreak.
I learned somewhere along the way, that the best way heal was to turn away from my hurt and give of myself to others. That's a tricky thing for a mom to do- pretty much all we do is for others. I figured out it has to be something extra- something I felt passionate about, something I could loose myself in.
In the fall of 2015 I read something about wedding dresses being donated to make small burial clothing for miscarried and stillborn babies. I wanted to be a part of this. I love sewing, motherhood, the sanctity of life and compassion. That's how it all started. I found a knowledgeable, experienced, and kind woman that helped me get started.
I've been sewing for this purpose for several months.
I started this blog so I can keep a record of my sewing and my donations, and all the pictures too.
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