I am not a perfect mother.
I make mistakes.
I get mad.
I stomp around the house.
I am crabby (sometimes).
But still people put me on a pedestal.
They think that since I have "made the ultimate sacrifice" in letting my babies go, I am somehow above other mothers, that I have attained perfection.
This is not true.
Just because I have lost does not make me a perfect mother.
It makes me a different kind of mother.
It makes me a mother who knows that just because a child has a perfect check-up each year does not mean everything is going to be fine.
It makes me a mother who, even while I am upset, knows that someday I might wish I could get another night of interrupted sleep.
It makes me a mother who is scared of a 101-degree fever.
It makes me a mother who has to learn to trust, all over again.
Has losing our sweet babies changed the way we parent? Yes. Has it made us better parents? In some ways, yes. It is not a journey we would have chosen for ourselves, but it is a journey we must take. So please, don't put grieving parents on a pedestal. Don't hold us up as ideal parents because we have lost. Trust me, it is another burden we don't need to bear. We have enough already.