I drop my daughter off at her hourly care class, a few hours so I can work and she can have some fun with friends. I hug her and wave all the way out the door as she does the same, peeking through the window panes at me as I leave.
On my out there’s a mom in the waiting room with two little ones to drop off. She struggling with the littlest one crying and the older one ready to head down the hall, and I glance away with a sharp pang of, “That should have been me.”
My son Kaden should be nearly 16 months old now. But he only lived 3 short weeks.
My twins should be 2. But they only lived a few minutes and hours.
I climb into the car and let myself slide down a pretend memory lane. One that’s only ever come to life in my mind. Kaden is on my hip. I’m dropping Bella off at class as she kisses his head.
Oh, if Kaden was here, we wouldn’t be in Texas. We should have been in North Carolina. That was all canceled when he died.
I think of my twins, Preston and Julian, wondering about the life I’d have if they’d lived. Dropping Bella off with 2 year olds in tow, probably little brown curls like she had for a while. A double stroller I can barely fit into the doors.
If our Korean adoption had gone through, we might have just signed the official paperwork and have a nearly 3 year old boy here.
If the adoption this summer had gone through, we’d have a one month old baby boy home with us.
There’s a song my husband loves that has the line of, “It could have been worse, but it should have been better.”
My life seems filled with the should have been thoughts all the time. Ghosts and fleeting glimpses of lives we waited eagerly for pass in front of me all the time. Nothing ever takes the place of a lost child, lost dreams, lost memories that we never made.
I struggle with the guilt of feeling this way while having a little girl, and knowing that it’s ok to still be coping with all I’ve been handed. I’m trying. I’m present in her moments and a piece of my heart is always a little bit in heaven too.
So yes. I have a lot to be thankful for this year. We are here. We are healthy. We have a daughter. We have a home and jobs. It could be much, much worse.
I don’t think that changes the feeling of knowing that it should have been better.
Diana Stone is the Editor-in-Chief and owner of Still Standing Magazine, as well as a loss mom to three boys, twins born in 2012 and another son in 2013. She also has two (living) daughters. Currently, Diana teachers first grade for a Reggio-Emilia inspired school and is pursuing a Master of Arts in Clinical Mental Health Counseling.
Her journey with writing online started after the birth of her first daughter in 2009. You can read Diana’s work on World Vision, The Huffington Post, The New York Times, Christianity Today, Babble, Liberating Working Moms, Simple Homeschool, Mom.me, She Reads Truth, Still Standing Magazine, Yahoo, Military Family, Attachment Parenting International, and her own site Diana Wrote.
She’s spoken at the Influence Conference, on several podcasts like Happy, Healthy You and The Morning (episode 51), and a live panel with HuffPo. She’s also traveled alongside World Vision USA to both Zimbabwe and Ecuador to learn about maternal and infant mortality rates in 2015 and to help launch their Chosen program in 2019.
Her passion is advocating for women’s physical and mental health rights during and after the loss of a child at any stage. Contact her at email@example.com