It was a vibe.

To say that we’ve made it through anything is not acknowledging what we are currently going through. I often find it impossible to write in the midst of any trauma. There is simply one day when the fog lifts and the sweet gift of words is restored to my soul.

Words matter to me. How they are placed. How they are used. The rise and fall of inflection changes things. For example :

I versus We. Us instead of We. Do you phrase your pain as our pain?

We lost a baby. We lost our baby. I lost the baby. The baby left us.

To consider the baby was with us and has left us, not the other way around. Does allow me some freedom to heal. To truly let your child go! To let them go is parenting fully realized. Knowing you did everything you could to prepare them, but trusting God would lead them. This still pains to write. This still doesn’t make sense, and I’m Not sure it ever will. I do know one thing for sure. Baby Brewer, you made a difference. Thank you for choosing me as your mother. I love you.