We drove by the cemetery the other day and I was reminded of a visit there a number of years ago with the boys. It didn’t turn out exactly the way I had envisioned!
I decided to go to the grave site of our other boys and since it was around the time of year when their birthday happens, I had the beautiful picture in my mind of what it would be like. I’d be at the site with my three healthy, beautiful boys and we would have a peaceful moment of remembering their brothers. That was my perfect expectation. And like most of the things in my life, my expectation is not even close to the reality!
We pull up and get out of the van and here I am in this place with my kids who were roughly 7, 5 and 2 years old. I showed them the stone and the place their brothers are buried and was feeling very thoughtful.
Then the fun began…I looked over and Nathan had taken a car off another little person’s gravestone and was zooming it up and down the tombstones all around where we were. The other boys were giggling and laughing and running all over the place. My vision of a quiet, reflective beautiful moment was replaced by this crazy, wild, silly reality!
I burst out laughing as I stood back and watched the craziness of it all! Being in the midst of this pretty, serene, quiet place watching my children run and play and enjoy reminded me that life is for living, for laughing, for being silly. These boys are so full of life, so full of love and so full of joy. They teach me new things each day! And even when the reality is nowhere near the expectation, I adore them.
As we celebrate Nathan and remember saying goodbye to the other boys, it’s still hard all these years later. My heart is changed and not the same it was 12 years ago. It’s being a part of the club no one wants to be in. It’s never quite knowing how to respond when someone asks you how many children you have. It’s experiencing the waves of unexpected grief. It’s letting go of the dreams and expectations you had for those little ones. It’s remembering and also moving forward.
So, taking a cue from these three loud, wild boys who fill up our house, my hope is to continue to laugh along the way, find the joy in the moments and be a little silly.

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