As my readers know, I have been absent from my blog for a long time.
Much has happened. Nothing good.
My beautiful mom got sick in May and died suddenly in July. Her death has taken its toll—I miss her more than I can say.
My mom was always a great comfort to me, and, after her death, I thought that comfort was gone forever. Then, a wonderful thing happened the other day.
I was at my physical therapy appointment, and my therapist (who is pregnant, with a December delivery date), was discussing her fear of giving birth for the first time.
She told me about her friend, who had a lot of difficulty and pain. My therapist was praying the same wouldn’t happen to her.
Suddenly, I remembered the story my mom told me about my own birth, and I shared it.
I had been a breach birth (I have always been difficult ;), and my mom had to be completely aware to help deliver me safely.
Pain in this process was inevitable, however, my mom just focused on the positive: The miracle of birth. I remember how her eyes lit up and her face glowed as she recalled how thrilled she was when the doctor held me up for her to see.
My mom had a healthy new daughter!
A daughter who will always remember this beautiful story.
I think my physical therapist will remember it too. I could see that it gave her a sense of calm and comfort.
It lessened my pain too, and focused me on another miracle: My loving Mom, who will always deliver me safely to a place of peace.
Copyright 2016 Michelle Kerrigan