Apologies: I haven’t been able to write for some time because I went through something life-changing and I came out the other end slightly damaged. So, I’ve been fighting, for what seems like forever. I’ve been trying to find ways to let it out so that I can get back to business/life as usual. And as I sit here exhausted from fighting on all facets, I’m reminded what a beautiful person once told me,
one day it will just surface…
As I read her Facebook status about learning how to love someone, the way that they need to be loved, and how she was grateful for those who loved her, in the way that she needed to be loved, I re-lived the hurt of the moment that she was not able to love me, the way that I needed to be loved; and I wondered what she seriously knew about love anyways. We’d met each other ten years ago, and after meeting again later in life; we were self-declared soul mates. We had a fragile friendship, the kind that took work. As my Gemini luvv says, I worked harder to maintain my soul mate relationship than I did in my romantic relationship (were they not supposed to be the same?! That’s another blog luvvs!). I worked harder because she held something that my romantic relationship did not, and that was a mirror. In her, I saw all my strengths and all my beauty; she made it so hard to look away. But in her I also saw and could not hide all my flaws, not that she’d claim them as flaws anyways; because didn’t we have the same ones? We were soul mates. We loved hard, worked harder and I’m certain our delicacy was still transparent.
A little over a year ago, she got pregnant and then I did too. And then I miscarried and our history changed, ourstory changed. I changed. I was. devastated. My biggest fear used to be that I couldn’t have children. And here was life, mocking my fears. There was no one able to console or fill my hole. That’s the thing about life-changing events like death, the hole is so palpable that you think others must feel it too! How could they not see you wearing it, touch it, feel it, smell it, smell the sadness that accompanies it. Something kept her from seeing my hole. Or maybe she saw it and couldn’t look directly at it, like the sun, because it too, threatened damage. Her emotional vacancy was too much to digest upon the loss of a child and the dreams and love lost with it…and just like that, our fragile friendship was also. gone.
Months passed and my hole grew bigger. I had stood up at my sister’s wedding, returned to work, and even began teaching dance again. But still…I was consumed. Consumed with the thoughts of my missing child and of her daughter: not knowing her, her not knowing me, or how much I loved her. The thought of not being a part of her life…killed me, as if I was alive. In my nightly showers, the place that I reserved for my tears, because no one knew the difference between the cleansings, I let it eat at me. How does one lose two children, when one is not their own? This was my rock bottom and the universe knew it. I could bear no more. She slowly started to update me of her pregnancy,
The last check-up was really good!
I’ll text you when she gets here!
We had no relationship outside of her updates. We weren’t working on our friendship. We weren’t starting from scratch. But were we not still soul mates? And then, the text came; she was here. I must have looked at that picture everyday for hours. Studying her small face. How she looked so wise and aware from the first day…like she knew she had work to do.
Babies have a way of healing. They heal hurts that you didn’t know you had, they give peace to fears that you didn’t know existed, and they can restore your spirit if… you’re open. I was wide open. I was begging to be filled, begging to be healed. And then she invited me over to meet her daughter. When I question her knowledge on love, I am quickly reminded of this moment. The moment where she put her hurt aside for my mine; because, please be advised; wounded spirits are not wounded alone. The moment where she opened her heart, to ask me back in. I am forever grateful and in awe of her, for this moment. I graciously accepted and with that acceptance came forgiveness and with that forgiveness, to her, to me, to the universe; I met my future. Slowly but surely, we found our way. We let the child guide us and have never looked back. We found our way to a deeper, more realistic, more honest friendship, and back to love. I found my way, back to me. I had seen the dark and the light of life, and now I’m certain it will not show you one without the other. And although I will forever be blessed with her memories, I will never be the girl I once was. The glamorous girl, who hunted her dreams down and fought vigorously for all the things she deserved. That girl is gone…with my child, with my old friendship, with the glamour and the fight, and with all the things that are not meant for me to carry onto the next chapter in my life.
As I think back to the week after I miscarried, when I traveled home, the farm will always be my home, and stood up at my sister’s wedding. She told her friend about my situation and late one night, her friend woke her chubby, sleeping baby for me to hold. It was like heaven, a moment in my heaven. Her friend later told me her story of miscarriage, her story of loss, and that one day: I would be a new normal. I’m forever grateful for these words. They became my mantra: one day I will be a new normal. The old girl was gone, she’d seen too much! One day, I will be a new me, a new girl, a new normal. That day is here; it’s been here. I don’t know what date it happened on, which is crazy because I had been holding onto dates, for what seems like, forever: the date I got pregnant, my due date, the date I found out my pregnancy was “unhealthy,” the date I lost my child, the date I lost my friendship, the date I lost my relationship, the date I lost me….and all of these dates have anniversaries. It can get overwhelming. Somewhere in between those dates and now, I became a new me, a new normal; and it is confusing, it is beautiful. It is life.
So, a month ago, when I stood in the parking lot, as the new me, to say goodbye to my soul mate, because no chapter lasts forever (don’t worry! She was just moving!) and she hugged me tightly and we cried, she whispered: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know then, but I know now.” I knew she meant nothing other than she loved me. She loved me and I felt it. The universe was holding me tight. See, that’s how love works. She had loved me all along (and I knew it) she just didn’t know how to make me feel it. You can love with all your might, but if the other person doesn’t feel it, what good is your love? Her Facebook status was dead on and since she is a halfie, here is the halfietruth of it all: experiencing love is learning how one another feels love and doing our best to make sure the people we do love, feel it. It’s hard. It’s work. It is not for the faint of the heart. It is reserved for soul mates.
So here is to the new me, to my new chapter and to loving with intent, so the whole word feels it.
21 thoughts on “lessons in life: love, patience, forgiveness, a new me and soul mates…”
You’re amazing Kin Kin!!!
So, even though its very early and I haven’t even uncurled from under the covers, you’ve shaped my day. I silently wept reading this post and more than anything I feel supreme gratitude. I didn’t even know I was until I wasn’t…pregnant. And when everything went wrong I just hit the ground crying, breathless and I didn’t get up, emotionally, for a year.
I write every single day, and have for four years. I have a blog and I leave my heart on each page and I could never write about that. He didn’t know. There was no reason to hurt him after the fact and we were done. I saw no reason to break him the way I’d been broken.
So…I thank you for saying the words I couldn’t. Truly sincerely from the bottom of my heart and the very core of me. Thank you.
Thank you. Of course this wasn’t for me. It was for us- so weird how connected we all are regardless of how well we know the next person.
There’s nothing in life more moving than the truth, and truth hurts because it forces us to feel with our hearts and not our heads. I’m glad you’ve found your way back to love. You’ve inspired me to want to tap back into those haunting places that keep me locked inside my fears. Thank you for sharing this piece of you, the real you.
i have been sitting in my office for the past twenty minutes reflecting on this post. this is organically beautiful. you stepped outside of yourself to share your rawest emotions and i am beyond thankful for this gift. what was frayed has been woven back together, the texture and pattern may be different, but it is now whole.
this post makes me think of a quote from plath, “i took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. i am. i am. i am. kin, you are, you are, you are….
Wow. I stumbled upon your blog after seeing your photos on Instagram. I found myself fighting back tears as I read this and was immediately transported back to the day when I lost my child as well. I thank you for this post because it so accurately and poetically describes everything that a women can feel when their child is abruptly taken from them. I am so glad you have become the “new” you.
thank you for reading my words, for the follow on IG & for sharing with me. I’m so sorry for your loss. cheers to the new us;)
Great word, m’lady. I won’t pretend to know what a miscarriage is like, but as you know, I have lost a child. I’m glad you finally found a new “normal”. I still struggle with my new normal from time to time, but time does have a way of helping. Devin became an angel over 11 years ago, still think about him all the time.
Happy Holidays, Kiddo.
i know this is super late, but I’m just now starting to utilize all aspects of my blog, not just posting! thanks for reading my words and sharing back with me! I think a new normal evolves as we grow, it has to. so the struggle is just growing pains. sending you light & love! xo
This moved my heart and soul 😉
It’s amazing how exactly what you need to hear can be gifted to you through total happenstance. Thank you for these words. They spoke to my heart and my spirit.
“Lessons in life” is beautiful Kenya. You and I have so much in common my friend, just as we did when we were lil’ girls growing up without daddies. ❤ This brought a tear to my eye and I greatly appreciated every word, thank you.
thanks Kias for reading my words & for all the pix you share of Lennon! i adore them xok
So, I feel that my feelings are in purgatory between bitter and sweet. This blog was refreshing and sad at the same time. I love and appreciate your transparency…your truth.
I wouldn’t normally do this (respond to a post) because I consider myself to be a private person. I follow you on IG and came across your site. I was captivated by you “Gift of Goodbye” and was excited to read that someone else understood where I was coming from. Then I decided to read this blog and boy did the flood gates open up. I recently experienced a miscarriage and very word you wrote pierced my souls deeply because I felt the exact way. I experienced not only a lost of a child, but a lot of friendships and relationship. As I read this I cried tears of joy and thanked God for revealing you to me(another tool for healing) and allowing me to experience such a wonderful yet sad event. I don’t know you, but thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m trying I find a way to close this out, but th tears are still flowing and my heart is experiencing a range of emotions. You have a beautiful spirit and you’ve inspired me. I pray that God continues to use you to be a blessing to others. Thank you so much for sharing.
I have been meaning to say thank you for reading my words & the follow on IG and for the kind words. I’m sorry for your loss & am sending you light & love to your new normal. xok
As I read this blog with tears filling my eyes I can’t help but feel a sense of peace and forgiveness.. I really want to thank you for this and all the other ones but especially this one! Your such a beautiful woman inside & out and now an inspiration to me, thank you!
I stumbled across this post while my 4 month old naps on my lap…born exactly 13 months after the day we miscarried. I remember being a little terrified about becoming a parent, freeing myself to be overjoyed and then suddenly mourning this piece of my world that was now gone. This was so close to home. A childhood friend gave birth the day I miscarried and another posted her ultrasound picture showing me what mine should have looked like if my pregnancy had been viable. Thank you for your heart, for your truth, for carrying on and learning to love your new normal, then and now. ❤