Mother' Day.
Father's Day.
Christmas.
Usually these are happy times.
Usually these are days to be celebrated.
Usually...
But Father's Day 2010 sucked. Big time.
Last Sunday, on Mother's Day, I shared my tale of Father's Day 2010.
That was my first Father's Day after my Dad died from cancer.
That was my first Father's Day after our first miscarriage.
It was the first Father's Day when I started to think I might never become a Dad.
For some people, times of celebration are painful.
Mum & Dad are not words associated with warm fuzzy emotions. Instead they are paired with bitterness, anger, abusive or absent.
Mother's Day and Father's Day remind them of what they've lost or what they will never posses.
Even Christmas, in 2010 - barely a week after out second miscarriage (which occurred the due date of our first miscarriage), sucked.
On Sunday, I acknowledged that for some present and (even if they're unaware) someone they will know, Mother's Day will be a difficult time.
So we prayed.
And it was good. Really good.
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