Cozy with Grief.

I am not just grieving my baby.

I am grieving my 1, 2, 3 month old. I am grieving my 1, 2, 3 year old. I am grieving my preschooler, my kindergartener, my 1st thru 12th grader.

I am grieving my driving 16 year old. I am grieving my still-smoking-behind-my-mother’s-back 18 year old.

I am grieving Mother’s Days, birthdays, Christmases with my son.

I am grieving my husband’s son he’ll never play with. I am grieving the grandson my mom and mother-in-law can’t snuggle. I am grieving the cousin my nieces and nephew didn’t get to meet yet.

I am grieving my daughter-in-law he’ll never marry. I am grieving my grandchildren he’ll never give me.

I am not just grieving my baby. I am grieving for a lifetime in this life with my son.

I am grieving a lot of things.

It’s time I got cozy with that grief.