I remember the last time I told my story. It was over a year ago and I was sitting next to Heather on a three hour airplane ride. She had her newborn nursing baby and her brilliance with her and I had my humor with me and together we made the flight go by incredibly fast with our stories.
I still remember what she told me after I finished spilling my gut. I was wiping tears and she said “You need to read this at Listen To Your Mother someday.” I waved her off and rolled my eyes and did a silly little ‘who me’ thing that I do. You know that thing I do. Maybe you do? ‘I’m not good enough, my story is just my story..no one really wants to hear it, there are so many writers who are better than I am, I have no right to be heard, I am no one.”
And I tucked that conversation in the back of my mind. Because my story did not end there. My story had a miracle. My story had never completely been written until now. And only because I took a chance – because I know I am not the most interesting person, and my writing isn’t always that great. But you know what, I have a right to be heard. Everyone does.
So I took a chance and I wrote my story. My story about loss and love and giving up and then taking one last chance because if you don’t take chances then truly you are not living. So I submitted my story and tucked it away in the back of my heart and waited…
And today…it is published at Mamalode. Because I took One Last Chance.
I know my story has a happy ending. But there are so many that don’t, and my heart is always heavy for those who have lost their babies. I love you my friends and my arms are reaching around you today.