I found this quote in a book Tresa loaned me, called “Only Love Is Real.”
And still her grief would not abate.
At last she bore another child, and great
Was the father’s joy; and loud his cry: “A Son!”
That day, to thus rejoice – he was the only one.
Dejected and wan the mother lay; her soul was numb …
Then suddenly she cried with anguish wild,
Her thoughts less on the new than on the absent child …
“My angel in his grave, and I not at his side!”
Speaking through the babe now held in her embrace
She hears again the well-known voice adored:
“Tis I, — but do not tell!” He gazes at her face.
Victor Hugo
I don’t care what my religious friends or family think about reincarnation. It’s comforting to me for many reasons, so I will continue to believe in it.
Many people I know wonder why I practice attachment parenting with my kids and sometimes spoil them so badly with nursing and bedsharing and homeschooling and attention. It’s because I lost a child to a bad miscarriage (at the hands of my abusive partner) when I was younger, and I like to believe that maybe that kid chose to come back to me because he or she knew I could take better care of him/her this time around.
