In Memory Of Isaiah Christopher Ross

In Memory Of Isaiah Christopher Ross

Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Mother

A mother.

Some women are blessed to raise all of their children that they have carried and nurtured in their womb, others have had to learn on a day to day basis, how to live without their precious tiny sons or daughters that they have carried and nurtured in their womb.

I never believed that I would fall into the bereaved category. To tell you the truth, I had never heard of the word "bereaved," until Isaiah passed. I guess I really DID NOT want to even touch the thought of loosing a child. I would rather go blind or loose a limb.

This Mother's Day crept up on me, and when I realized how close it was, I silently dreaded the thought of getting through the day. Not that I don't love celebrating the blessing of my four boys that I love on every day, but it magnifies the feeling of loss. I feel like an incomplete mother. In a way, I am. I am required to take the strength that God unravels along the journey. His Grace Is Sufficient.

I read an article in The Compassionate Friends newsletter that was sent to my home, and after reading this article, it has changed the way that I will view Mother's Day, forever! It states on how Mother's Day really came about. You would have never imagined that it was really intended for the bereaved.

Here is part of the article. The history behind the making of Mother's Day....



"Mother's Day was the creation of a woman named Anna Jarvis in the early years of this century. Anna, who never married and never had children of her own, devoted herself to establishing a national Mother's Day as a way of honoring her beloved mother, who died on May 9, 1905. In Anna's view, her mother deserved a memorial because she had lived selflessly and endured considerable suffering-seven of her eleven children had died in early childhood. According to historians, Anna's mother mourned the deaths of her children throughout her life.

Anna insisted that the holiday always fall on a Sunday so that it would retain its spiritual moorings. Because of her efforts, President Woodrow Wilson finally proclaimed the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. Although Anna couldn't prevent the new holiday from quickly becoming a marketing phenomenon, she did try. Speaking out against "the mire of commercialization" that threatened to engulf Mother's Day, Anna attempted to preserve her creation as a true "holy day," a time for solemn reflection and prayer.

Mother's day, then, was borne of a daughter's grief and love more importantly, it was intended as a tribute to a bereaved mother-a brave woman who lost multiple children but who managed to live with an abiding kindness and generosity toward others. I like knowing this background, and my attitude towards Mother's Day has been colored by the knowledge.

The holiday now makes me think of the common sorrow that links all bereaved parents. I feel a bond with Anna's mother that stretches over time and space. In a broader sense, the woman for whom the holiday was founded reminds me of people I've met at TCF who have continued to live productive, meaningful lives in the face of unthinkable loss. Finally, Mother's Day in its origins symbolizes both the joy and the vulnerability inherent in parenthood. Anna's mother knew all too well that from the moment a child is born, hope and the possibility of tragedy go hand in hand. She understood the fragility of life." .....(The piece of this article was out of The Compassionate Friends, written by: Barbra Atwood, Tucson, Arizona)




You may have already known the history behind Mother's Day, but if you are just finding this out for the first time, just as I have, I pray that your day is made a little easier, as you celebrate being a beautiful mother, knowing that this day is intended just for you.

A mother.




Holly sent me this beautiful picture in the mail. Thank you so much Holly!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Name In Flowers




Maryline e-mailed me this awesome picture a couple of weeks ago. Her daughter picked these flowers and she created this picture for me. I just can't express how much it warms my heart to have other people "hold" my son in their hearts.

Thank you Maryline!!! It's beautiful!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter 2011



When people talk or think about the grave, it can bring an awkward uncomfortable feeling, extreme sadness or even anger....... which I usually feel while visiting Isaiah, but mostly guilt.

Today, while standing over Isaiah's grave, I chose to hold onto my hope and leave happy. I look upon this picture, knowing that I will be reunited with my son, because of the precious gift of Jesus.

Happy Easter to my littlest buddy.

I'll praise you Lord forever.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

First Visit This Year

I was dropping off a prescription for Parker this evening, and had twenty minutes to sit and do nothing. The thoughts of visiting Isaiah have been running around in my head a lot lately, so I decided to drive up the road to go visit my son. I went to one gate and it was locked, so I turned around and went to the other gate. I hadn't been up there since last fall, and to tell you the truth, I wasn't sure that I was ready for this visit, emotionally.

That little voice inside, spoke to me softly and told me to leave. I did have Parker with me, and I didn't want him to think that I can't even decide where to spend twenty minutes waiting for a prescription. It would be kind of odd to back up and leave the place..... I felt like it though. I guess I didn't feel like "feeling." I had done a pretty good job staying strong, or numb rather.

The gas slowly accelerated, as the car took me up the drive, around the corners, passing the number markers, and then there was my normal parking spot, by that beautiful birch tree. I put the car in park, as Parker sweetly reminded me of a memory of his, "Mom, I remember when you cried really hard the day we buried Isaiah." I said nothing, as my eyes began to fill with tears. I could feel my lips begin to frown as I tried not to cry. I opened the door as the cool air stung my eyes. Without a word spoken, we walked over to Isaiah's marker. I could hear the birds chirping, which brought a little peace to my soul, then the crunch of the dead leaves under my feet, quickly took me to thoughts of death and loss.

I could feel my chest get tight as I knelt down and moved the dead leaves on the grass above him. I just couldn't make it through this visit. I began to cry silently. Parker looked over at me, and asked me why I was crying.

I felt so full of sorrow at that moment, with visions of his soft little head, and tiny little body, all alone. I couldn't handle it. I kissed my hand and placed it on the sharp grass and told him that I loved him. I got up and walked away with Parker. I got back in the car, and I could feel a bunch of pressure in my head, trying not to fall apart.

I probably wasn't there for more than two minutes. I felt like I was abandoning him. I knew that I shouldn't have gone there tonight. I don't know why. I guess, just knowing how long it's been since the last visit, I knew that this was going to really hit me hard. It did.

I'll just say that Burger King became dinner for tonight. I am emotionally drained.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Picture of Little Words




I saw this picture today while shopping. I read it, and put it in my cart. It was as simple as that! With such little words written, they reached somewhere deep inside me, and hit that part of me that I hide away from the world.

The words took me back to the first moment that I saw my son. To the first time I saw his face and tiny body in the flesh, without a black and white ultrasound screen.

The beauty that lay wrapped in my arms........ took my breath away....

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Amazing

The coolest thing happened to me this morning, and I just had to share it.

I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and I started to think about how spring will soon be here and I can go visit Isaiah.

Then, I started thinking about how I haven't visited Isaiah one time through this entire winter. I didn't even go put a wreath on his grave, like I did the previous two years. I mumbled under my breath what a terrible mother I was.............

Within seconds of speaking those negative words, my oldest Caleb, started singing, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow!!!" He was at the kitchen table building with his Lego's and the other three boys were playing around making all kinds of noise. If you know Caleb, you would know how shy he is. He won't barely sing the words to "Happy Birthday," when there are fifty other people singing it around him! lol

God used Caleb.

Period.

He stopped me from the negative words that I was speaking, and the thoughts I was thinking. He once again reminded me that Isaiah is safe.

He reminded me that He holds and protects him.

He loves Isaiah beyond any love that I could ever give or feel.

He is love. Creator. Father. God.

I am blessed to be a daughter of the King.

I am blessed to be Isaiah's mommy.

I am blessed to have God share another "rainbow" with me.

Again I say, Coincidence......... I think not!

It was amazing....... music to my ears.


Friday, February 18, 2011

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

                                                                  


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Rainbows. If you have followed me long enough, you know that it is the rainbow that brings me hope along the way.

Before the loss of Isaiah, I had only seen a handful of rainbows in my life.

The morning, following his passing, there were three people who witnessed a rainbow, all within a half hour.......

I was in my hospital bed, in the I.C.U., slowly waking from the night before. Reality slowly crept through my memory.

My son........ was gone.

GONE.

Just like that.

I called my dad, who was on vacation at the time, and told him what happened to Isaiah. He already knew, but I didn't know that he had already been informed. I remember that my voice was soft and cracking, and I just listened to my dad weep on the other end. He said, "Jenny, there's a rainbow in the sky right now." I said, "There is?"  Through his tears, he whispered, "It's a double rainbow." He paused....... "He's safe with Jesus."  

Fifteen minutes after talking to my dad, I called Phyllis, my previous mother-in-law. I quietly asked her if she knew where I was. She began crying. She couldn't barely speak. She kept repeating, "I am so sorry Jenny, I am so so sorry." Then, she started to cry a little deeper, and said that there was a rainbow in the sky!

About ten to fifteen minutes after that phone call, my step-dad, Keith, stopped at the hospital to check on me before going to work. He walked up to my bed, gave me a kiss on my forehead, and said, "I saw a rainbow on my way here."

WOW! That's three rainbows in 30 minutes. My dad was in Massachusetts. I live in Michigan. Keith and Phyllis live 30 minutes from each other. They were not seeing the same rainbow.

I know that God gave me the symbol of the rainbow to hold onto for hope. Not hope in heaven. Just a hope that carries a calming peace along with it.

I seriously cannot believe how many rainbows I have seen since August 3, 2008. It's an amazing amount.

I was really struggling a couple of weeks ago and I wrote a post titled, "Praying. Healing. Where I Am....... Serious Post." During the time of that post, on my way to work one morning, there was a rainbow. I remember driving down the road, just talking to God, and I said, " if I just had one little piece of knowledge as to why this happened, it would make it a little easier." Immediately after saying that, I saw the rainbow. It wasn't like a normal rainbow either. It came straight down from the sky, just like a ray of sun beams down. I could not believe my eyes!!!! That was enough for me! Deep down, I know that there is a reason that is beyond anything that my mind could comprehend. I am so thankful that God shared His rainbow with me that morning. I sure did need it.

This evening, I went out to dinner with my friend Jen and her daughter Alexis, and I started thinking of my sweet boy. I usually will go off into some kind of "daydream look" when I'm thinking about Isaiah. As I was staring at the table, I noticed a rainbow right next to my glass of water. Coincidence........... I think not.

Somewhere over the rainbow,

way up high, in heaven...........

he is safe, in the arms of Jesus.