by Kimmie Liette | Mar 30, 2019 | Motherhood |
Happy ONE MONTH to our Dream Come True, Liberty Ann.
Liberty means freedom and her nickname, Libbie means Promised of God !
This is significant to me because Brady and I didn’t know that when we chose her name!
Before I knew I was pregnant, I was reading the story of Elizabeth and Mary and the verse came up, “ Blessed is she who believes the Lord will fulfill his promise to her.” (Luke 1:45)
That verse made my spirit jump and I started dreaming of having a little girl for the first time in years. (Hello, Pinterest board)
If you don’t know this part of my story, about 6 years ago I was pregnant for the first time. Brady & I purchased nursery furniture from a neighbor and it came with the most beautiful girl bedding and decorations. We set it all up in baby’s nursery.
From there, I started dreaming of having a baby girl. I found out that I had miscarried her at 12 weeks when we went into hear the heartbeat and it couldn’t be found.
That was one of the most heart wrenching moments and seasons of my life.
The pain of losing a child, no matter how or how early on, is an extremely painful loss.
Fast forward, I got pregnant again and that sweet baby was miscarried also. I was overwhelmed with loneliness and depression after that, not knowing if I’d ever be able to have a baby.
When I very least expected it (We has just begun looking into infertility testing, got a dog and started fostering three sisters), I found out that I pregnant with Parker, our rainbow baby boy.
I’m so thankful for him, our ‘light‘. Having a son is such a gift. He takes after Brady in his looks, but after me in his personality. (That will be fun in the future.)
And Liberty is the sweet baby girl I had imagined holding in my arms that I hadn’t yet been able to do.
Her ‘coming home’ outfit was something I received at my first baby shower all those years ago.
Putting it on her was the fulfillment of a dream I’ve been waiting for. It wasn’t anything special except that it was special because I held onto it.
Dear friend, I don’t know what or who you’ve lost. I don’t know the dreams in your heart that you aren’t sure will ever come true. But I encourage you to hold onto that dream! You never know when it might come to pass. Believe in that miracle because absolutely nothing is impossible for God.
I haven’t walked in your shoes and I don’t know your pain, but I do know that our stories often look much differently than we plan and expect. Our miracles sometimes come in different packages and timeframes.
We may never know the answers to our deepest questions, but I know that He’s near to the broken-hearted and that there are dreams that do come true.
by Kimmie Liette | May 14, 2017 | Writings |
It doesn’t matter how you became a mom, it only matters that you are one.
I know from experience that being a momma can hurt, like deeply hurt. I also know that it can heal.
Being a mom is the most beautiful gift.
A gift that requires a substantial amount of time, sacrifice, love and most of all, courage.
If you have had a miscarriage: you are a mom! Don’t let anyone else invalidate that.
You carried a precious life (It doesn’t matter for how long) and that baby will always be perfect. You may have heard a number of crazy things, but each child matters. Another child will not take the place of the one you lost. But there is hope of mothering even if you cannot physically bear a child. Or maybe you can. I want you to know that you are not a failure. I thought I was, but sometimes these things happen and there is no explanation. You could’ve done nothing to prevent it. You are simply a momma who has a perfect baby waiting for you in heaven.
If you’ve adopted, then you are an amazing and committed momma. You know that love can be just as thick as blood and that your child is one hundred percent your child. They didn’t have to be born of you to be the little love of your life. They may have special challenges, but you’ve learned (or are still learning) to adapt and love them the way that they need it. You have given up an incredible amount of time and patience to ensure security to your adopted child.
If you’ve fostered, then you are a mom. A mom who has chosen to open up your home and heart to a child or many who otherwise wouldn’t have one. You’ve loved them through their darkest days and you’ve given them a gift that will last a lifetime. Those babies, children, and teenagers will never forget you. No matter how long they were in your home, they will always be in your heart. Fostering is a gift. Many people will tell you how lucky a child is to have you, but what they don’t know is that you are the blessed one. Those children are extremely precious and touch the heart in a unique way.
If you’ve birthed a child, then you know the sacrifice you physically made to bring your child into the world. You endured the pregnancy and having to use the restroom six times throughout the night. You made it through the contractions that you can’t even put into words, and you pushed (literally) through the birth. Yet, we all know that is only the beginning of the sacrifice made to raise a child. Your whole world changes when you become a momma. It isn’t about you anymore. It becomes about wanting the best for your littles, because your littles will eventually become big and have littles of their own.
If you didn’t get it already:
It doesn’t matter how you become a mom, it only matters that you are one.
I want you to know that you matter.
I want you to know that you are doing better than you think you are.
We live in a very broken world and every time we choose to love and teach a child, the world becomes a little less broken.
I know that today some of you, (including me) are hurting because you’ve lost a child. But no matter what you face, you are not alone. If you want, I encourage you to leave a piece of your story in the comments to encourage another momma.
I am a momma of six by various means, but only one lives with me today.
One by birth.
Two were miscarried.
Three I fostered, but loved as my own.
My momma heart hurts. But it is also filled with a love and a joy I would’ve never known without these six.
They hold an incredibly special place in my heart. Equally.
I pray that you know that you are a momma who is beautiful and loved by a God who knows the desires of your heart.
You are not a failure.
You are not forgotten.
Keep the courage.
You are an overcomer.
