Since my last post I have heard from many mothers who have lost children. As I read their stories I feel honored that they would share their heart with me. I was so touched by their stories. Although their hearts are broken, they somehow have found peace and gratitude for the lessons their children have taught them. They have the ability to share their love and offer encouragement to me. These children who have passed have taught us so much. They teach us to cherish the ordinary moments in life. Standing at the sink washing dishes with my other children no longer feels like a chore; it feels like intimacy and love. It has taught me that the jumble of shoes kicked off at the front door is a sign of life. It’s taught me that sharing a meal is communion. It has shown me that the small stuff really doesn’t matter. About three months after my son passed away, I was still in...