Hello my
name is Sara and I am the proud Mommie of 2 beautiful boys. I enjoy my
job very much. I can say that now with much confidence, but there was a
time that I couldn’t. There was a time that I despised being a Mommie.
I can remember that just the touch of my children sent me into a rage.

Grief is such a natural part of life. Often times however, I think a
lot of us try to hide it, or even push it aside, in order to go on with
our day-to-day tasks. I know that I do. After all, allowing ourselves
to grieve is an overwhelming thing, with emotions getting the best of
us.



Grieving isn't something anyone looks forward to, however, by ignoring
it, and supressing it, one never truly gains closure. Being sad,
depressed, or even angry is an emotionally draining storm that leaves
us exhausted and empty in its wake.

Henry is
my 13 mo old son. He was born on December 31, 2002. His original due
date was Jan 21, 2003. So if you think about it, he was alive in 2002,
2003, and 2004! even though he is only 1 years old. I love you Henry!
He was born into this world a healthy 7 lbs 6 oz. When I first saw him
I cried and marvelled at his perfectness ! I couldn't belive he was
finally here and he was mine. Every night for 3 months he slept in my
arms on the sofa in the living room. After that we moved upstairs to

All is black, and a small voice rouses me awake. "Mama.... Mama!! I think the trees are waking up!"

I blink and rub my eyes and try to focus on the clock. 5:00. It's still and dark outside...

"Mama... Can we please go see if the trees are waking up?? PLEASE?" Kaya asks.

We have been talking about Spring. How everything is starting to wake
up from it's long Winters nap. The anticipation in her voice is so
strong, I can't deny her.