parenting · Uncategorized

A Harry Good Day

Checking my daughters bag for notes etc. the other morning I found a letter from the school. They are looking at enrolment numbers for their Recpetion class in 2017 and it had been noted that our son Harry would be eligible to start school next year.

Harry is my beautiful son in heaven. He was stillborn 21st December 2011 at 24 weeks gestation.

Needless to say I felt a bit angry and took the note in with me to school. After dropping off my daughter, I made my way to the front desk. Our lovely receptionist was on duty and I shared with her my issue, that I had been sent a letter asking if my dead son would be attending school next year.

I know it was an honest mistake. I had put Harry’s details on my daughters enrolment forms. I hadn’t noted he was stillborn just put dashes n the columns asking what school he would be attending and what year. And I do have a living son although he is still two years off starting school and his name is not Harry.

The receptionist apologised for the mistake and I left for my work day. It didn’t feel resolved, I wanted to explain in more detail….

I don’t always write Harry’s details on forms and most often when asked how many children I have I answer 2. But I do relish opportunities to share about my son, even on an annoying form so while I was a bit horrified to receive the letter, it was also nice to reflect that wow he would have been starting school next year – wow.

Later that day while with I client I heard my phone vibrating a call. When I checked between clients I had a message from hubby and assumed he had called. But then I listened to the 101 message from my daughters teacher.

It was a beautiful message again apologising, acknowledging my grief and sharing their prayers for me. I felt a lot better and proud of the school, particularly the receptionist for having discussed it further and taken action – it really is a caring environment, a great place for my children to be educated.

But the best part of all this – Harry was part of my day, a big part of my day and to be honest, that felt wonderful.

I didn’t want anyone to feel bad or uncomfortable but today I got to acknowledge my precious son and that made it a Harry Good Day

xox.

(related post Genetics)

 

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life · Uncategorized

Those Moments

I want to write about two things today – both are moments that make you stop and take stock, one more positive than the other, and we’ll start with that.

I’ve been extra in love with my kids this week – do you ever have times like that where they just seem extra cute and you have the energy to really appreciate them? Could quite likely be a little boys birthday coming up making me especially sentimental but I’ve found myself this week just wishing at numerous times to stop and take a photo, find some way to capture and remember their joy for life, their love for me and each other and their uniqueness. I love these moments!

Unfortunately I’ve experienced other moments which I have no fear of forgetting – they will always remain, the experience of answering those dreaded phone calls

There was a funeral last week of a fun and cheerful man, a loving husband and a fantastic father. He was my cousins husband. I was doing work at Mum and Dads when my uncle rang – I chatted to him easily, giving him his sisters mobile number and then he told me the reason for his call – this man had died whilst on a bucks show…utter devastation.

 

And it took me back to 2011 when in the early hours of the morning I received  a phone call from my husbands brother’s father in law. I was standing at our phone with speaker on, unable to find the cordless when he asked me to sit down. I thought immediately of the baby that had just been born, but no this man’s daughter had died, was gone – how could this be…

Two things in life nothing can every prepare you for – the love you feel for your children and the overwhelming sadness of loss.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.’

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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