My Birth . . . answered Momma’s dreams as I stole my Daddy’s heart. My young life was picturesque . . . until my little brother died. Mommy cried. Daddy was overly attentive. In loving conversations they taught me of a happy place called heaven. I hoped to go there someday. In blind obedience I worked hard to be a good girl.
Young love found me married at age seventeen and a mother by eighteen. I delighted in being a mother. My youngsters expanded my heart and soul.
Just before the birth of my fifth child, our two-year-old drowned. I blamed myself for her death, I interrogated God and my faith wavered. I thought of heaven and wondered, “Will I ever see Jamie again?” I focused on hope and cherished my four living children. Creating a happy life for them gave me purpose . . . a reason to live.
I dove inward through meditation. “Who am I? What do I want? What is my life purpose?” In the stillness . . . I found myself. I spent time in nature, I went back to college, I wrote two books, started a blog and I gave myself permission to play.
In my blog . . . Lynette Listens, I acknowledge your loss, offer compassion and explore the magic of being alive.
I invite you to join the journey.
