A rainbow baby doesn’t erase the storm

 A rainbow baby doesn’t erase the storm.

It doesn’t make you forget the pain, the loss, the ache that lives in the quiet moments.

But it brings color back to a world that felt gray.
It brings hope to a heart that was so sure it had shattered for good.

Holding my rainbow baby reminded me that joy can live next to sorrow.
That grief and love can hold hands.
That a heart that’s been broken can still open wide enough to let new life in.

To all the mamas still waiting for their rainbow,
I see you.
Your storm is valid.
And your rainbow, when it comes, will be worth every tear you’ve cried.

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