A while back I submitted a “Share your story” post about losing my Cassandra to Pickle & Poppet. They submitted the post to “ABloggingGoodTime” and they selected it as their featured post this past week.
When I lost you
When I lost you, not only did I lose getting to know a person. I also lost hopes and dreams for the future. I lost everything I drempt you would be and every potential achievement you could have made. I lost a tiny hand in my hand and a chance to be your mommy.
I lost seeing you smile, hearing you talk, hearing you laugh and picking you up when you fell.
I always wonder if you would be more like your daddy or me. Would you look like a mix of both of us or favor one more?
Would you be an artist, athlete or studious? Would you prefer cats or dogs?
Would you be girly like your sisters or the tomboy of the group? What would your favorite flower be? Favorite color?
What would your personality be like? Would you love or hate school?
When I lost you I have so many questions I will never know the answer to and I will never get to experience.
When you died, so did those hopes and dreams for the future. Your future. My future as your mommy and our future as a family
I’ve been cheated
I’ve been cheated out of knowing a little person.
Cheated out of seeing that little person grow.
Cheated out of watching that first step, hearing those first words or the first “mommy.”
I never got to celebrate those milestones, first birthday or any birthday.
Never got to dry her eyes after she cried.
Never got to look into those eyes and hear “I love you mommy”
Never will get to teach her how to drive.
Never will see her first day at school.
Never will comfort her first heartbreak.
Never will send her off to college.
No mothers day gifts from her.
Will this ever get easier? It’s been five years without her. Will this pain go away? We would be signing her up for kindergarten. She would be in preschool. This year is hitting me harder. It’s a milestone and I’m still not ready to say goodbye.
I’m a member of a club. I never signed up for. I want out. I want my membership revoked. I want my cassie back. I want this family whole.
Christmas shopping for 2
We recently finished our Christmas shopping for 2 kids.
We shopped for 2 girls- age 2 and 6. It is bittersweet. On the one hand, Christmas is a magical time- the kids love seeing the lights, decorations and love the cookies and gifts but it’s really hard knowing you should be shopping for a 2, 4 and 6 year old instead of just the 2 and 6.
I look at the toys and wonder what miss Cassie would have wanted, what she would have been into and what she would have had as her security toy. Would she be a huge doll fan? Would she have wanted to play with Barbies or cars? Would she have been interested in sports? Art? Music? All of the above?
What would her personality have been? Would she have been more laid back like the 6 year old or more hyper like the 2 year old?
Where I work in retail, I meet people with kids my kids’ ages all the time. I’m normally fine, but I met a woman with 2 daughters- 4 and 2 and nearly lost it. I went into work a few days ago crying- had been all afternoon that day and finally calmed myself down enough to do my job.
It hurts, it really reminds you what you’re missing out on. The two living kids we have wear us out but we know we would have been able to handle having 2, 4 and 6. Even if we never rested, we know we’d be doing it.
It’s getting easier to handle these holidays and all that without her but milestones still hit me hard. She would have started school this year (preschool) so we would have had 2 out of 3 in school.
One thing i hate hearing is people using loss as an excuse for people acting like assholes during this season. If someone is an ass during the Christmas season, the only excuse is that they’re assholes the rest of the year as well. Losing someone (grandparent, parent, child- it doesn’t matter) is not an excuse to treat people like crap. The holiday season is stressful for most people- being nice, sweet, charitable and kind is the best way to act during this season (and year round). I’ll never understand why people make excuses for bad behavior but then again, it’s not in my nature. I tried to ship something out for my Etsy and the post office worker was an asshole to me. Instead of causing a scene or acting out, I finished paying and just turned around and walked out. It’s likely going to be my absolute last time using that post office, but it’s not my first bad experience with him and there are literally 4 other post offices to choose from in close vicinity.
I think we’re finally done with our shopping. This weekend, we need to go over everything and make sure we have all bases covered. That’s what I like about working in retail, easy shopping all the way up to the day.