Daily Devotional

I wanted to write and let you all know that I am feeling much better since my last blog post.  It’s amazing how the Lord works when we need Him the most.  I have a little book of daily devotionals that I read each day.  The morning after writing that last entry, I opened my little book for a daily dose of inspiration. It is LDS (Mormon) based so the lady who’s quoted in the following was the president of the young women organization in our church.

Here is what I read:

“I know that our Heavenly Father keeps his promises.  I, like you, have been sorely tried in a variety of ways.  But this kind of seasoning teaches us that every burden on the back can become a gift in the hand.”

~Elaine Cannon, May 1982

Elaine Cannon, former Young Women’s general president, said: “One certainty of life is that each of us will meet some mighty test.  This is part of the plan.  Another thing that we can count on is that neither here nor hereafter are we suddenly going to emerge with qualities we haven’t developed or a pattern of living for which we have not prepared ourselves.  Adversity is an important part of the preparation for at least three reasons.  One, God knows whom he can trust and who, like Job, will stand firm and love him unconditionally.  Second, adversity well handled can increase our understanding and compassion.  And we will be more effective in helping others when we’ve had a few challenges of our own.  We just may need to be an answer to somebody else’s prayer.  And third, we draw closer to our Heavenly Father when we are in deep need…Attitude in adversity turns hopeless to hopeful.

That put so many things into perspective for me.  Although it didn’t take away the pain of that incident at the pool, it did give it a sense of purpose and meaning.  I am so very grateful for my faith.  I honestly don’t know how I would get through this without it.  Even through the pain and heartache, the blessings I’ve received are beyond what I could have imagined. My goal is to come out of this trial a much better person than I was going into it and knowing that my Heavenly Father is proud of me and the way I handled it.  

Completely Blindsided...AGAIN

Today started out wonderful…actually it was beautiful.  Sean surprised me and decided to take the day off.  My sister also took the day off and stopped by to hang out for a while.  The weather was absolutely perfect, so we decided to do something fun with the kiddos.  I was feeling great physically and emotionally.

I surprised Lexi when I picked her up from school and brought one of her friends home with us.  The weather was in the 80’s so we decided to take the girls swimming for a while and wear them out.  The pool is always bittersweet for me because Hailey absolutely LOVED swimming.  She had just finished her swimming lessons about a month before she passed away (I still have her little award on my fridge.) so she had developed great confidence in the water.   The night before she passed away we had a big neighborhood barbecue at the pool and she stayed to shut the place down!  (That was why I thought she was so tired the following day and “sleeping” so long.) 

Anyways, a few of our neighbors were also swimming and one had brought his CD player.  As I sat by the pool, listening to the Beach Boys blasting and watching Sean and the girls swim I felt really good and relaxed.   I guess I shouldn’t have gotten too comfortable because I was about to be completely blindsided.

For whatever reason, he changed the CD to country music.  I’m a huge country music fan, however, as most of you know it can be a little depressing at times.  I had never heard the song that came on before so it was even more shocking and emotional for me.  It’s called “Who You’d Be Today,” by Kenny Chesney.  At first I thought he was singing about his wife, but after a few seconds I realized nope, I was wrong…it was about his child.  My stomach dropped and my chest went into a huge knot as I sat there completely frozen and listened to the following lyrics:

Sunny days seem to hurt the most

Wear the pain like a heavy coat

I feel you everywhere I go

See your smile, I see your face

I hear you laughing in the rain

Still can't believe you’re gone

(Chorus:)


It ain't fair you died to young


Like a story that had just begun


But death tore the pages all away


God knows how I miss you


All the hell that I've been through


Just knowing, no one could take your place


Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today

Would you see the world


Would you chase your dreams


Settle down with a family


I wonder what would you’d name your babies


Someday's the sky's so blue


I feel like I can talk to you


And I know it might sound crazy

(Chorus:)

It ain't fair you died to young


Like a story that had just begun


But death tore the pages all away


God knows how I miss you


All the hell that I've been through


Just knowing, no one could take your place


Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today

Today, today, today…


Today, today, today…

Sunny days seem to hurt the most


I wear the pain like a heavy coat


The only thing that gives me hope


Is I know, I'll see you again someday

Someday, someday

I mean…seriously???  Really???  Are you kidding me???

It took a lot out of me to keep my emotions in check.  Although my eyes welled in tears I did a really good job of holding them back and trying to focus on anything else…the crack in the cement, the lawn chair, the sound of a lawn mower in the background, a poopy diaper…anything but those words and the intense heartache they were stirring inside of me.

After a couple other random songs the Beach Boys were back on and, although I was still a little emotional and shaken up, I was able to get past it and start to “re-enjoy” hanging out with my girls and husband.  About an hour later, Sean left to take Ava home and I stayed with Lexi and her friend for a little longer.  I had mostly recovered from and somewhat “forgotten” the song, until…yes, it came on again.  This time, it was all over.  There was no controlling anything.  I seriously couldn’t believe I was going to have to sit through this and listen to it ALL OVER AGAIN.  I felt like a gazelle in the middle of a pack of lions with no way out.  It was fight or flight and I was completely unable to do either. 

The last thing I wanted to do was break down in front of all these people, but there was almost no other option.  That’s when the hurt and pain turned into pure anger and rage.  Suddenly I became FURIOUS.  My whole body started boiling. 

I was furious that I have to go through something like this in my life.  I was furious at the ignorance of everyone around me to such a heart wrenching song.  I was furious that I had to sit there all alone in my heartache and pain.  I was furious at how real those lyrics were to me.  I was furious that I had to deal with this on what was supposed to be a beautiful, fun day.  I was furious that I didn’t have the strength to scream for someone to turn it off.  I was furious that the hurt was so raw.  I was furious that I had nowhere to escape to.  I could go on and on and on…

Finally after a few moments, I jumped up and yelled to Lexi that it was time to go.  I felt horrible that I had to cut their time short because of some stupid song, but I physically and emotionally could not bear to hear one more second of it.  I had to use that moment of strength to get the heck out of there.  As we left the pool area I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.  My heart was racing, my mind even faster.  I couldn’t believe all this was happening from a song…one freaking song. 

My “beau’ful” day was gone. 

Once I got home and was able to be alone for a few minutes the emotions surfaced and ran down my cheeks.  I still had to hold back as much as possible because I couldn’t bear the thought of Lexi catching even a glimpse of the sheer pain I was feeling. I didn’t want to ruin one second of the fun she was having with her friend by giving her a reason to worry or feel sad for me.  So I opened the dam just a tiny crack, let a little of the waterworks out, and closed it back up again. 

I wasn’t even able write about this yesterday when it happened because I was very shaken up all night.  Even today, the next morning, I’m still quite emotional about it.  Now, I’m trying to figure out how I’m ever going to go to the pool again…especially if there’s even a slight chance that song someone will play that song. 

I think that’s one of the worst things about grieving.  It’s seriously so lonely, especially when people don’t know what you’re going through or seem to forget.  The guy who played that song is one of the nicest guys around and would probably be devastated to know what playing that song did to me.  But, just because my heartache isn’t visible on the outside or I’m not physically crying all the time does not mean for a second that I’m not hurting or that Hailey isn’t right there in the front of my mind.  It's tough because I don't want people walking on eggshells around me or feeling sorry for me or afraid to say anything around me, but I think it's so important to just be aware of the things we say or do.  Sometimes we know full well what someone around us is going through, but most often, we don't.  Yes, there are times I feel strong and even “happy,” but even in those moments it only takes the smallest thing to bring everything flooding back in again. 

I really try to enjoy every moment that I feel strong and/or happy because I never know when that low point is going to hit again.  I guess that’s one good thing I’m learning through this process:  Enjoy the good times to the fullest and live in the NOW (the RIGHT NOW) because that’s really all we have.  The past is already gone and the future hasn’t happened yet. 

Although I still have a long way to go before I master that concept, I slowly see it making an appearance in my life and hope that one day I can live that to the fullest.

Some photos of Hailey swimming:

At her second birthday party with Grammies & Grampies

Enjoying swimming lessons

Proud Mommy

Hailey's award, still on my fridge

Swimming on the 4th of July with her Daddy & sisters

Who You'd Be Today...


Sunny days seem to hurt the most

Wear the pain like a heavy coat

I feel you everywhere I go

See your smile, I see your face

I hear you laughing in the rain

Still can't believe you’re gone

(Chorus:)


It ain't fair you died to young


Like a story that had just begun


But death tore the pages all away


God knows how I miss you


All the hell that I've been through


Just knowing, no one could take your place


Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today

Would you see the world


Would you chase your dreams


Settle down with a family


I wonder what would you’d name your babies


Someday's the sky's so blue


I feel like I can talk to you


And I know it might sound crazy

(Chorus:)

It ain't fair you died to young


Like a story that had just begun


But death tore the pages all away


God knows how I miss you


All the hell that I've been through


Just knowing, no one could take your place


Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today

Today, today, today…


Today, today, today…

Sunny days seem to hurt the most


I wear the pain like a heavy coat


The only thing that gives me hope


Is I know, I'll see you again someday

Someday, someday

Not Quite Prepared

This week reminded me quite a few times how weak and raw I still am over Hailey's death.  I HATE that about grief.  As soon as you think you're on the upswing and stronger than ever... BAM! ...it slaps you upside the face, punches you in the stomach, and reminds you that all is still not even close to okay.  The constant roller coaster is horrible and scary because deep down inside I know that on those "up" days there's a crest somewhere ahead I'm going hit and slowly go over just to come speeding down a huge hill into the valley below.  This week was one of those times when the valley below felt very deep. 

Last Wednesday, after a wonderful morning with my mom and Ava, I put Ava down for her nap and for some unknown reason decided to go back and read of couple of the first entries I had written in my blog.  As I have mentioned before, I have never gone back and read any of my previous entries because of the pain and memories associated with each one.  So I was a little hesitant and shaky as I started the first one, but continued on.  By the time I was done with the second one, I was becoming quite emotional so I stopped for a few minutes and started watching the slide show of pictures.  After about 10 pictures I had tears pouring down my face and sobs in my chest.  I couldn't believe how much strong, raw emotion I still had deep down inside.  Seeing Hailey's little smiling face, so happy, especially in my arms or with Lexi just ripped my heart out.  I missed her so much and ached for those days back.  I decided to stop there and try again some other time.

The funny thing is, those first two entries didn't really even talk about Hailey's death.  The first one was more of an introduction as to why I started writing this blog and the second one was an explanation of my religious beliefs regarding where Hailey is.  I can't imagine how I would have handled continuing on to read the next entry entitled, "That Fateful Day."  As for the pictures, I've seen them all a bunch of times, so I wasn't quite prepared for how strongly they would affect me, but I guess once those emotions are unleashed, anything Hailey related is quite painful.

That experience really caught me off guard as to how weak I still am and how much Hailey's loss still hurts.  I don't cry very often anymore. I thought I was getting used to my "new life" without her here, so I guess I just started to believe that I was in some way "getting over" the sting of her death.  I put that in quotation marks because I'll never truly get over her death, but I'm hoping one day the intense shock and pain will wear off a little.  

The next day, while Ava was in preschool, I decided to go visit Hailey for a while.  When I pulled in I noticed that two rows behind Hailey's spot (which is only about 20 feet) there was a setup for a grave side service.  Hailey is buried on what's referred to as "Baby Hill," where it's all children and infants, so I shouldn't have been too shocked when there on a table was the smallest casket I had ever seen, probably only half the size of Hailey's.  This didn't sit well with me for two reasons, 1.) I've been there and it's the worst thing in the entire world, and 2.) I'm about to have a baby that would fit perfectly in that little box. 

After a brief moment of hesitation, I decided to continue on and sit with Hailey since no one had arrived yet.  As I was polishing her stone and all the knickknacks around it, a lady and two men showed up.  I'm not sure who they were, but of course I kept to myself and tried to give them some privacy.  However, I could feel the emotion and compassion for them swelling in my chest.  All of sudden, one of the men started strumming on a guitar and quietly practicing the song he was going to sing during the service.  In between his singing, I could hear the sobs of the woman behind me, which then caused me to lose it too.  Memories of "that" day came rushing back to me and I wanted so badly to get up and run over to that woman and hug her as tight as possible and tell her how truly sorry I was and how unfair I know it all is.  I let my tears fall and whispered to Hailey to watch over that new little baby laying by her and then quietly got up and left.  Once in the car I was pretty shaken up and it took me a little while to pull myself together and continue on with my day.  Once again, I wasn't quite prepared for how intensely that experience would affect me.  

Then, just yesterday (Friday) while Ava was napping, I decided to reorganize the desk in my room.  I came across a few DVD's that weren't labeled, so wondering what they were I popped one into my computer.  It turned out to be all the pictures from Hailey's funeral.  Sean's cousin took a lot of pictures that day, which I am very grateful to have.  She did such an amazing, dignified job.  I glanced at a few and then quickly ejected it. 

The next DVD happened to be the video of all the photos of Hailey's precious little life put to music that Sean's brother and his wife made for the funeral.   After the first few seconds of music and a couple pictures, that DVD was quickly ejected as well.  So why in the world I decided to put the third one in is beyond me, but I did anyways.

Next thing I know I'm watching the men on the stand at church rise to their feet as Hailey's tiny white casket, covered with flowers is pushed across the aisle.  Behind her I see Sean and me walking, as I clutched her blanket and the outfit she had on the day she died.  That was all it took for me to completely break down and lose it.  I knew I wasn't prepared to watch her funeral, but it was like I was frozen in time and couldn't help but just stare at the screen.  My heart raced.  My stomach turned.  My chest filled with sobs.  The tears came pouring down my cheeks.  With an unsteady, shaking hand, I was able to finally push the stop button and give myself some reprieve.

That was by far the worst moment of unpreparedness I think I've ever experienced.  It took me quite a while to recover from that and regain some sense of composure. I was shocked at how much I'd "forgotten" about that day and the excruciating pain that went along with it...but it only took 2o seconds of watching to bring it all back to the surface again.

Three times in three days I was blindsided with vivid and/or unexpected events that shook me to my core.  It was actually quite humbling to realize how truly weak I still am and how much pain I still feel at the loss of my little girl.  But, as strange as it may sound, I found it all slightly comforting.  As much as I want the pain and grief to go away, it reminds me that I still, and always will, love and miss my baby girl to my very core.  

These emotional moments definitely get fewer and farther between.  They begin to be replaced by good, happy memories of Hailey and even by new experiences with her.  (Like the special dimes I find that I know are from her.) I will NEVER get over it or move on...but, I hope one day I'll have the strength to be able to sit down and watch the video of her funeral (or memorial, as I like to call it) with a feeling of peace and pride at the amount of love and compassion she brought into that one room, all in her honor.

A Neat Experience

Last Friday my sister, mother, and Lexi threw a baby shower for me.  Although I was really excited, I was also feeling a little apprehensive all day. As much as I'm excited for this new little bundle of joy, I'm also reminded that Hailey isn't here to be a part of it.  Any time there's any type of "celebratory" event or holiday I always feel a bit of sadness and grief for that empty spot that belongs to Hailey.  I want to see her laughing and smiling with us.  I miss the excitement and joy in her eyes and face.  I hate that she's not in any of the pictures (except the ones taken at her place).  As great and fun as those days are, they'll never be the same again.

Before the shower, my sister and I ran to the store to pick up some last minute supplies.  I also bought a bouquet of flowers to leave at Hailey's Place.  While checking out, I happened to look down for a split second and right there next to my shoe was a dime, tails up!

Later on, as everyone was at the clubhouse setting up for the shower, I stayed home by myself and started skewering fruit. Since I was sitting alone and it was really quiet, something I don't experience often, I was starting to get lonely.  When I feel lonely, the thoughts of Hailey and how much I miss her quickly come flooding into my mind.  So, needless to say, I was starting to get a little down and miss her like crazy. 

Well I didn't want to allow myself to get bummed out and depressed right before my shower.  This was supposed to be a fun, exciting night!  So I put on the radio for some company. I have satellite radio on my TV so I made sure it was on an upbeat station with all the most recent music.  As I was sitting there skewering fruit and listening to the radio, I kept looking up at a picture of Hailey on my fridge.  It was at her last birthday party and she was smiling away.  I longed so much to see that smile in person again and I couldn't help but wonder what role she would have played in getting ready for this baby shower.  I knew she would have been thrilled to help out!  That empty pit of sadness in my stomach was growing...

All of a sudden, in between songs of Lady Gaga and Justin Bieber, came on the song, "It's A Beautiful Day," by U2!  I have that as the ringtone on my cell phone, in Hailey's honor, because that was her famous saying.  Anyways, I was so taken aback and then, of course, the tears started to fall (tears of joy).  I knew she was there with me at that moment, telling me "It's a beautiful day... Don't let it get away..."

I have to say that it turned out to be just that.  The weather was beautiful and the shower was a blast.  I knew my little girl was right there by my side, celebrating the soon to be arrival of her new little brother!  I love her.

Happy Easter, My Sweet Angel

 

Easter Eve

Well it’s Easter Eve and I just finished putting the girls Easter baskets together on the kitchen table.  We still have one for Hailey, and always will…just some Lay’s potato chips and a few cute knickknacks for her place, but it still gives us some comfort to continue to include her in all our holiday celebrations.  Although Easter definitely has more meaning to me, especially now, than just Easter baskets and the Easter bunny, when you have kids, those things do have to get woven in.

I wish I had something really profound to say to you all since tomorrow is Easter, which in my eyes is now the most important and meaningful holiday of the year.  I think I probably said all that stuff last year on our first Easter without Hailey.  But, I do have a few thoughts that I wanted to share.

Sean and I have tried even harder since Hailey died to really bring out and teach the true meaning of these sacred, religious holidays to our girls.  I’ve talked to Lexi a lot about Easter and what it really means for Christians around the world…leaving out the Easter Bunny and baskets.  Of course, Hailey had a big part in those conversations, but Lexi seemed very much okay with talking about her and even quite fascinated and excited about it. 

It’s been very interesting this year because I can see how much Lexi is maturing as a little girl, but more importantly in her faith.  She has spoken of Christ and the resurrection many times over the past few weeks and how important it is to her.  This is such a beautiful thing to hear from a 7 year old.  I love children’s purity and innocence.  It paves the way for such strong faith and testimony in our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.  I especially love seeing it grow and develop in my children…it’s such an amazingly beautiful thing.

Tonight, she left a letter to the Easter Bunny that I hadn’t read until after she was in bed.  Here is what it said (exactly as written):

Dear Easter-Bunny,

I can't believe it's finally here!

Anyway I love Easter!  Not because it's 

just about you (but I love you anyway) 

ok.  Anyway because Jesus resurrected!

-Easter rocks

Lexi, Hailey & Ava

  

 I was so touched by what she had written and how she remembered what Easter was really all about! 

Of course, I have thought so much about Christ and the resurrection and what that means for my family now that we have one of our precious children in Heaven.  Easter has definitely taken on a whole new meaning to me since Hailey passed away, which in some ways disappoints me that I didn’t see it so sacredly beforehand.  I’ve always remembered the Savior and what He did for us, but I’ll admit that I often got caught up in all the secular things too, especially after having children.  Now, I feel like I can relate to His resurrection so much more personally.  That’s definitely one of the most beautiful blessings that have come from Hailey’s passing.

Tonight, the true meaning of Easter, really hit me hard…In a good way though!  I was so filled with gratitude and excitement I was caught off guard a little.  Lexi, Sean, and I were reading a story called The Easter Walk, written by Deborah Rowley and Dan Burr.  A dear friend of ours dropped it off last year right before Easter.  It’s such a beautiful story about two children whose mother had died several years before.  Ever since she died, their grandfather would take them on an Easter walk where he would read scriptures telling the “Easter Story,” about Christ, His death, and His resurrection.  After each scripture, the children had to run and find something outside to represent what the scripture was talking about.  For example, when he read the scripture of how Christ was nailed to the cross, the children found a piece of wood to represent it.  He went on to describe how after Christ’s death he was placed in a sepulchre and a large rock was pushed in front of the opening (to which the children went and found a rock.).  On Easter morning, when Mary Magdalene and Christ’s mother, Mary went to visit Him, the stone had been moved and He was no longer there.  An angel appeared to them and said, “Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is arisen; he is not here…” (Mark 16:6) 

As I read that, I literally got tingles down my spine as I pictured myself going to visit Hailey one day at her place and seeing the stone moved and a hole in the ground, but nothing in it.  Then I pictured that angel appearing to me and saying similarly, “Be not afraid, Hailey is no longer here for she is risen!”  Now, of course, being the impatient person I am, I wish I only had to wait 3 days for that moment, but just knowing that it will someday happen is enough for me!  That is what Easter means to me!  My little Hailey will one day rise again to live with us as a family (Although, most likely we’ll be rising with her by then…but who knows!).

This Easter I have really focused on that miracle and blessing the Savior gave us when He willingly died for each one of us, personally, only to rise again and defeat death.  Along with this, which gives me such great hope and joy, are the events leading up to that miraculous death and resurrection…the Atonement of Christ.  He knelt in that garden and felt every single bit of heartache, frustration, pain, anger, hurt, defeat, sadness, devastation, and so on, that I’ve personally felt.  He felt that for me, for you, and for every other human being who ever existed!  I can’t imagine how anyone, even the Savior of the World, could endure something like that.  It’s literally beyond my comprehension, yet I know He did it and I know that if I were the only one who needed it, He would have done it all just for me.  That is how He has officially become my best friend.  On those days where the grief or anger of losing Hailey is so overwhelming, I remember that He, and only He, knows exactly how I feel because He personally felt it too. 

How much more beautiful and sacred could such a holiday as Easter really be?

Everyone Has a Story and a Mission

I was inspired to write about a comment that a wonderful supporter of mine wrote regarding my last blog entry.    

Here is her comment: “First you have to know what an amazing woman you are for going through so much and still even talking to God. Please don't be too hard on yourself. As I read your post I decided I had to tell you something I learned that may help you a little. I am always afraid of loosing my son, especially when he gets sick. And one night he was sick and I started pleading with the Lord not to let him die. (It was a cold he had and I was just having a panic attack- it was not that serious.) The Lord's response to me was that this experience was about my son's mission here on earth, not mine. It has been hard to let go and realize that he is his own little person with his own mission. But I am comforted knowing that God really does have a plan for each of us. Even though our individual refiner's fire sucks. I am praying for you. You can do this. :)”

It was so nice to read that and just hit the nail right on the head.  It totally reminded me of an experience I had a while ago regarding Hailey and my grief.  (I apologize if I’ve already written about this, but as I’ve mentioned before, I’m still emotionally unable to go back and read my past blogs to check.) 

Now, here’s the story.  I was going through a few days of particularly missing Hailey and playing the “why me” pity party with myself.  One night, as I was filled with both sadness and anger, I got on my knees and asked the Lord just that, “Why me?”  It took a little while, but a still small voice finally whispered, “It’s not you.”  To which I was a little confused.  As I sat quiet and still, this little voice continued to whisper, “It’s Hailey.”  (Not that it was Hailey talking to me, but that it wasn’t and isn’t all about me…it was and is about Hailey.)  This was a huge eye opener to me, along with a small sense of peace.

Let me elaborate on why:  Members of the LDS church believe in something called the Pre-existence.  This means that we believe that we lived with our Heavenly Father prior to coming here to the Earth.  In the Pre-existence, we knew and accepted our path, or mission, here.  This may sound extremely strange to some of you, which I completely understand, but I wanted to share that with you before continuing. 

Upon “hearing” that little whisper tell me that it wasn’t all about me, but about Hailey, I realized that this is Hailey’s story and her mission.  This is what she knew and accepted prior to coming here.  She knew she would struggle physically in this world and only be here for a short period of time, yet she chose it and for those of you who knew her well, she also completely embraced it. (Now this also means that I knew full well that I was going to lose my child and I wish I could remember choosing that because I’d go back and kick myself in the butt!)  However, I also know that we will all be compensated and very blessed in the next life for our trials here on the Earth.

But it hit me that instead of making “Hailey’s story,” about me, I needed to be proud of her and accept her life for what it was, absolutely “aMAYZing & beau’ful”!  I believe that when her mission here was through and it was time for her to move on to bigger and better things, the Lord gave her a glimpse of Heaven and she probably yelled at the top of her lungs, as she always did at home, “Abba door right now!”  (Which meant, “Open door right now!)  I truly, 100% believe that she was able to see the impact her life would have on people "here" and the difference she would be able to make from continuing it "there," and embraced that as well.  I also truly, 100% believe that given the opportunity, she would not choose to return back to Earth because that's not her story.  I think she loves her mission there and is proud of it and therefore, instead of focusing on myself and my suffering here, I need to also embrace that mission she was given (and accepted) and be so proud of her!

So now, when I have my difficult, sad or angry days, I try to remind myself that I am so blessed to have been chosen to be such a big and eternal part of Hailey’s special story!  If I were to bring her back here (if that were even possible) I would be ruining her plan and mission for my own selfishness.  (Although I hate to admit that at this point in time, I’d probably be selfish enough to “cancel” her mission and bring her back...I'll let you all know when that changes!) 

I also now try to remember the same for the rest of my children when I’m worried about something happening to them.  I try to remind myself that each of us, including each of my children, has our own story and mission for this life (and the next).  Therefore, Hailey’s story and mission is not Ava’s or Lexi’s story and mission.  So just because Hailey was called “home” sooner than I had planned, doesn’t mean that’s the case for my other children.  They have their own story to write and mission to fulfill.  That’s where my faith has to come in because as hard as it is for me to accept, I know that it is between them and their Heavenly Father.  He knows the entire, complete picture, which is much more than my little brain could ever know or comprehend!  (Not to mention, that in the end, this will all be over and we will be living together again, happily ever after!) 

Of course believing and knowing these things doesn’t always take away the pain or fear I feel, but it does help put things into a little perspective.  It really coincides with my last entry about my lack of control over things.  Nobody else's story is mine to write, their mission is not mine to fulfill, so I need to stop trying to do so all the time.  I guess I need to really work on my own story and making sure it’s something I can be proud of when my mission is complete!