Tuesday night I went to Support Group for those who lost an infant. I used to call it Grief counseling, but it's not counseling. We are there to support each other and talk about whatever we want to. Everyone there understands every situation you face, whether it's dealing with strangers or trying to grieve and yet being a parent at the same time.
My Mom came with me this time, she cried for both of us. I was amazed at myself, I didn't cry...total shocker. Maybe it was just the day, I don't know. I asked my Mom if it had helped at all, she said that it was a big relief for her to be able to talk to other Grandmothers and they understood what she was dealing with. I forget sometimes that not only is my Mom trying to be my support but she is grieving for me as well as her grand daughter. I guess everyone is, but when your my Mom...she never has been one to think about herself and is always trying to please everyone else and make sure that her family is happy.
My Mom grew up thinking that she'll have kids, they'll have kids...no problem. she had never experienced a loss. Then I came along and with 5 miscarriages and a death of a child later, my sweet little Mother has no idea what to do for me. If you haven't experienced it youreslf, then you have no idea of knowing, you can always guess, but you'll never truely know. So, she tells me that I am her support, and that I get her through her rough days. I couldn't have a more wonderful Mother, she's a goofball and a little scatter brained, but I love her. If you know my Mom, then you know why I am such a nut case.