Celebration | Better Together: Sakura Bloom Sling Diaries, Vol. VI
Since this is my very last post in the Sakura Bloom diaries, I decided to take the photos myself, so that they might turn out more intimate and, well, just me.
About a month ago, I knew what this post was going to look like. But life does not often go the way you planned. This was going to be the post where I shared the celebration of a new life growing inside my belly. Instead, I come to you broken, but healing. This is a story of mourning turning into laughter. “Though sorrow may last the night, His joy comes in the morning.” I decided to share my story because what I went through is something so many mothers go through and no one really talks about: miscarriage.
Drawing strength from the countless mothers before me and around me who have cried for their children and then moved forward in love and faithfulness, I continued on. Mothers are true warriors. All around the world, generations are brought forth on the backs of brave mothers who selflessly give over and over again, despite the fact that they have to be back in the field the very day after giving birth. Or they provide for their little ones with no support from a father or little to none from the government. Mothers who cry with you and laugh with you, who pray for us and cheer us on. There is a generation of young people who scorn motherhood, and yet, their very lives are built on the mothers and fathers who laid down their lives for them. I’m not implying that every woman should be a mother, or that every mother is a good one. But we can honour and celebrate the incredible women that tried their best and gave their all for us.
On my healing journey, I am comforted by a community of lovers and heros: mothers. Though there is sadness, there is still life—life that I kiss and squeeze and celebrate. And life is short on this earth, so I will kiss and squeeze them until their cheeks are pink, until they are old enough to push me away. (Although good luck with that boys. I will totally be that mom who embarrasses you in front of all your friends. 😁 )
It’s OK to be broken. It’s OK to let your heart break open, allowing all the sorrow and hidden fears come to the surface and bubble out. And it’s OK to let joy spring forth after the flood, to let peace wash over you. It’s OK to be happy despite it all, to enjoy all the simple yet wonderful little things in your life.
Owning our story can be hard, but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky, but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Brené Brown said, “Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
This ends my posts with the Sakura Bloom Diaries. I hope I have been able to inspire hope, encouragement, and joy. I pray you are able to celebrate your loved ones and the good that has been given to you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for your support.