I don’t think I can pick just one proud moment. I am a typical Mum I am proud of everything my children do, and I’m also proud of my husband for the things he achieves.
I guess the biggest thing, was how they have all pulled together through the death of our daughter. How well the children behaved and continue to behave in a way I’d never imagined after what they’d been through.
My children together have broken through the unimaginable taboo; have failed to keep silent about the death of their sister.
They speak of her when they want to, they have taught their sister, and will continue to teach their baby sister, about the sister they never got to meet.
It was never part of the plan for them to have to teach the world about their sister, it was never part of the plan to watch their hearts break, to know that babies die.
To have walked through something that most adults have repeatedly said they’d not survive, to have come out the other side the little humans that they are.
They don’t talk about their sister 24/7, but they do talk about her, they nothing more than to tell people they have a sister who lives in the clouds; to write about her in school projects.
Showing the love for their sibling who they only knew through a plastic box, who was only here for such a short time.
So, no I don’t have one proud moment, I have a family who has many moments to be proud of.
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