I have learned over the past several months that words are no longer just words when it comes to dealing with an infant loss and all the grief that comes with it. Words can either be helpful or they can be detrimental. It all depends on where the person is in their process, what is said, where it is said, and where the emotional/mental/physical state of the person hearing the words is. It is all about context and timing. The best of intentions can easily become the worst when the timing is not right. I have experienced this several times over the past few months, but two stand out in my mind. One time, I knew I was feeling a little off. Something didn’t quite feel right. I was a little more sensitive and couldn’t quite figure out why. Well, it hit me at then of the week on the Friday right before Mother’s day. It wasn’t until a parent gave me hug and whispered to me saying “my thoughts and prayers will be with you this weekend”. Aha, now I know what was going on. The struggle of, am a mother or am I not. I gave birth to child, but that child went to heaven and I went home with a box. So, am I a mother or am I not. As simplistic as it gets, yes, yes I am. However, on a deeper level, I don’t feel like one. So, the struggle still continues as I learn how to deal and process with all of this.