I wrote how our children don’t really belong to us, they are only ours for a while.
I continued to think on the concept of BELONGING because I am beginning to wonder if I really and truly belong in this blogging world.
I typed the previous words last night (Sunday) in preparation for completing the post and publishing it this morning.
Then, I read this by my sweet friend, Diane. Each of us has a story to tell. Diane says that even though our stories may be similar, our perspectives, our hurts, our views are unique. She says it like this, “You are not one of many. Your story, though it may be similar to
others, has your unique spin, your unique emphasis. The time, place,
and people who share your life are different than any other and needs to
be shared to encourage another person walking down a similar path.”
These days, my mind is foggy. I don’t feel I have the writing mojo that I have had in the past. And I wonder what I am supposed to do with this space.
Sometimes it feels like I am drifting sand, being blown about as the wind desires.
I don’t know if I truly belong online or not, but after reading Diane’s post…well, I’m not ready to throw in the towel just yet.
Lord, I believe each of us DOES have a story to tell.
Please help me determine what part of my story you
want me to share. Help me determine the parts that
will bring you glory and honor. Because, really Lord,
that is all I ever wanted out of this space and out of my life.
One more thing, read this by Michelle DeRusha. She tells you why you need to
leave your electronics at home when you go on vacation. I LOVED it!!
Do you feel like you don’t belong?
If you blog, do you ever get the feeling I tried to
Yes, you DO belong online, Mary. I read your post Friday on belonging, and even though I didn't leave a comment, it moved me, as you'd expect it would. We each have a unique perspective yet often our perspectives are so similar that we feel extra connected. That's how I feel when I "hear" your voice online.
I know you and I have some deeply personal experiences in common, Lisa. I feel the connection when I read your writing too. Thank you for the encouragement friend.
Mary, I am truly thankful you are not giving up on writing/blogging. I know these feelings. I haven't had the motivation to really write for months now. I feel as if I am just limping along. But I know that God has a greater purpose. Whether you blog once a month, once a week, or simply when the inspiration hits, I am here for you!
You do belong. You write well and you made me not feel so alone by sharing this. Have you read Jennifer Dukes Lee's post today? http://jenniferdukeslee.com/permission-to-stop-trying-so-hard-and-be-satisfied-with-a-non-viral-life/ It talk about this very thing…And sometimes those days you feel like you don't belong are the days you are doing your best work, the work God honors, hidden in a closet, that reaps a surprising reward.
God & I have this same discussion a lot, Mary. I say, "Why am I writing?" and He says, "Because I told you to." So my writing is an offering. The typing, the scribbles, the hitting "publish" is my act of obedience. What happens with the words after is in His hands. So just keep seeking and writing and trusting. Glad to "meet" you today.
Mary, I loved Diane's and Michelle's posts, too. Your words here today have encouraged me. Don't stop writing and sharing. We would miss your honestly and grace.
I am grateful to have found you through this bloggy world, Mary. I wonder if this feeling is going around? Having a bit of a rough writing patch myself these days. I need to go over to Diane's and read her words. Grateful for you, lady. Much love.
This was a great post for me to see. I just started a blog and have been wondering since if there is any point. But I guess I have to remember what matters most is am I following God.
You know we are traveling right now ( because, well you just do!) and I'm just reading this post. Everyone is taking a nap and I'm wiping tears. You are and have always been a friend. Love you so much!
Oh I have had these feelings-it seems like every other day. I am learning that part of this comes out of our desire for approval from all those around us instead of seeking our approval only from God. It is a hard lesson and I'm not very good at it but I pray everyday that my words are God-breathed and honor Him. Blessings! Mary
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, those young 20 somethings were married for 41 years.
The second photo was taken last year on our 40th anniversary. I didn`t post it because I didn`t like the way my legs looked. Something happened in the last year and I`m reminded that those legs have carried me for 62 years (when the photo was taken). Carried me through 3 pregnancies that gifted me with one living child, @coach_andy_bonner
The last photo was taken on Tuesday as we sat on the beach and a lady walked by and said, "would you like me to take your picture?" We said yes. Time with John is still one of my favorite things. He retired on Friday, before we left on Monday for this trip. There are so many unknowns but so much to be grateful for and so much to look forward to in the next stage.
I`m grateful for my clients that give me something to do every day Monday-Friday. @christiepurifoy @kriscamealy @bekah @whatlolalikes @abby_roadhome & to the wonderful team @parkermanagement-you guys all make my life so fun!
And I`m grateful for time at a place like this. Sand and water...not sure there is anything better!
Happy Anniversary Week to my love that is not on ANY social media channel!
She died 4 days after she was born. We buried her 4 days after she died.
Born 6-9-1992
Died 6-12-1992
Buried 6-16-1992
That would be 31 years ago today.
Last year, on the 30th anniversary of her birth we re-buried her on the grounds of St. Emma Monastery Greensburg, PA where her paternal grandparents are buried.
This year, today has been harder than Friday, June 9 the day she was born. Or Monday, June 12 the day she died.
I`ve cried more today than either of the other days.
I took a walk.
Got a pedicure.
Cried.
And chose a simple dinner of appetizers.
And I give myself permission to do nothing else.
I am thankful for the time we had her. For the experience and the things I learned about myself through the experience.
John and I are very conscious of what we say yes to and what we say no to. All because of Amy`s short life.
I`ve tried to use my experience to help others experiencing infant loss-or any loss. Some things are the same no matter the age of the deceased. Even if it is a loss thru miscarriage. I`ve experienced that too.
A loss is a loss.
Thank you to my sister and niece @sherrigd @tarahelise for letting us spend last weekend on your porch crying, laughing, and drinking wine and margaritas. I love you guys more than you know and I really needed that.
In what seems like the blink of an eye, it is 31 years later. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her.
My heart still hurts.
I cry at random times.
And I miss her. Still. 31 years later.
I grieve all the things that didn`t happen.
The relationships.
The life events.
Strangely though there are fewer tears today. Sometimes I think my tears are all gone. The well is dry.
Lack of tears does not mean lack of grief. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. So I accept my emotions today-whatever they may be.
If you know someone that has experienced a loss, don`t be afraid to tell them you remember. Let them know you care. Take a meal, send a text, write and snail mail a card. We want to know our loss is not forgotten.
I cried in church. Not because I was thinking about the events leading up to the crucifixion but because there was a little girl of about 5 or so sitting in front of me. She had the most gorgeous dark hair. With streaks of gold running through it. Natural streaks. Not the artificial colored streaks I pay more than I`m willing to share to get every few months.
As I observed her I thought about my own daughter. The one that died at 4 days old.
I thought of how she might be standing next to me this morning or next Sunday on Easter. Maybe she would have travelled to Charlotte to spend some time with her dad and me.
Grief is something that robs us of so much. It robs me of not just my daughter but it robs me of being the mom of a daughter.
I look at some of my closest friends, all mothers of daughters and I envy, yes ENVY!, the relationships they all have with their daughters. They may not agree with them on all things or see eye-to-eye with them but the daughters lead the charge to throw surprise 60th birthday parties for their parents or make sure that mom gets a Mother`s Day card, a birthday card, etc.
I think daughters are different than sons. Daughters are more sensitive than sons based on my observations as an outsider. I do not experience that sensitivity. And I grieve the fact that I am not the mother of a daughter.
The version of me before Amy`s death is totally different than the me that is here now.
If you want to read more about about my daughter, Amy, you can go to https://marybonner.net/?s=Amy and read more about my journey through infant loss and moving forward.
Adam McHugh`s book Blood From a Stone is a beautiful piece of writing about returning from the dead. I encourage you to check it out. You can find the book on Amazon or wherever books are sold. Find and follow him @adammchughwine You won`t be sorry.
"Grief is so agonizing not only because you have lost something, but you have lost someone, and that someone is the version of you that was alive before your loss." Blood From a Stone Adam McHugh Page 102
Every June I think I`m going to handle this better. Whatever better looks like - I don`t know. 30 years and I still cry at random times. And every June I fall apart.
She would have been 30 next week. Instead of whisking her off for a 30th birthday trip to Key West like we did for her brother @coach_andy_bonner or Niagara Falls like we did for his wife we will make another kind of trip.
There will be a mass next Saturday and we will stand at a grave site as we move her body from the small town where she was buried to a final resting place by her paternal grandparents on the beautiful grounds of St Emma Monastery in Greensburg, PA.
I look forward to the weekend and I dread it all at the same time.
Today I broke down and sobbed. Just like yesterday. And probably will tomorrow. But I remember that He catches my tears in a bottle Psalm 56:8
If I learned anything from this life experience, it is this: I can do hard things. But not of my own strength. Philippians 4:13
Yes, you DO belong online, Mary. I read your post Friday on belonging, and even though I didn't leave a comment, it moved me, as you'd expect it would. We each have a unique perspective yet often our perspectives are so similar that we feel extra connected. That's how I feel when I "hear" your voice online.
I know you and I have some deeply personal experiences in common, Lisa. I feel the connection when I read your writing too. Thank you for the encouragement friend.
Mary, I am truly thankful you are not giving up on writing/blogging. I know these feelings. I haven't had the motivation to really write for months now. I feel as if I am just limping along. But I know that God has a greater purpose. Whether you blog once a month, once a week, or simply when the inspiration hits, I am here for you!
Thank you, Barbie. I am truly blessed by your encouragement here. Thank you thank you! You are truly a blessing.
You do belong. You write well and you made me not feel so alone by sharing this. Have you read Jennifer Dukes Lee's post today? http://jenniferdukeslee.com/permission-to-stop-trying-so-hard-and-be-satisfied-with-a-non-viral-life/
It talk about this very thing…And sometimes those days you feel like you don't belong are the days you are doing your best work, the work God honors, hidden in a closet, that reaps a surprising reward.
God & I have this same discussion a lot, Mary. I say, "Why am I writing?" and He says, "Because I told you to." So my writing is an offering. The typing, the scribbles, the hitting "publish" is my act of obedience. What happens with the words after is in His hands. So just keep seeking and writing and trusting. Glad to "meet" you today.
Mary,
Don't give up…I'm so glad Diane's words spoke to you and reminded you that your words do matter and your story matters 🙂 You matter 🙂
Mary, I loved Diane's and Michelle's posts, too. Your words here today have encouraged me. Don't stop writing and sharing. We would miss your honestly and grace.
I am grateful to have found you through this bloggy world, Mary. I wonder if this feeling is going around? Having a bit of a rough writing patch myself these days. I need to go over to Diane's and read her words. Grateful for you, lady. Much love.
This was a great post for me to see. I just started a blog and have been wondering since if there is any point. But I guess I have to remember what matters most is am I following God.
You know we are traveling right now ( because, well you just do!) and I'm just reading this post. Everyone is taking a nap and I'm wiping tears. You are and have always been a friend. Love you so much!
Oh I have had these feelings-it seems like every other day. I am learning that part of this comes out of our desire for approval from all those around us instead of seeking our approval only from God. It is a hard lesson and I'm not very good at it but I pray everyday that my words are God-breathed and honor Him. Blessings! Mary