tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90227333535500305192024-03-13T06:29:52.319-07:00Life in the new normalSeptember 4, 2011. The day that changed it all. The day we became parents. The day we gave Aidan back. The day our new normal began.Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-12488144826291165632014-06-18T18:39:00.000-07:002014-06-18T18:42:24.542-07:00Rick's LegacyAuthentic, genuine, honest, grace-filled, loving. There are so many words we could use to describe Rick Meadows. To me, these are his testament, his true witness. Over the years, he has laughed, told stories, hugged, encouraged and cried some of the most honest tears with my family.<br />
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His smile is my earliest memory as a little girl new to CUMC. His hugs got me through my teenage years and he was one of the few people who accepted our changing family and loved us through the transition without judgement. With time we became friends and I enjoyed all of his stories. Some of my favorites were in his office as Evan and I prepared to be married. I am so thankful to have our ceremony on video, the glint in his eye as he read our letters has never been forgotten.<br />
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But perhaps the greatest love he shared with me was that week in September of 2011. The prayer on speakerphone at the hospital was exactly what we as a family needed. His tear stained smile as he met us at the door of Moore's. The thoughtfulness that went into sharing the basin that Mary Elizabeth had been baptized with and the words that have carried me each and every day. The act of baptizing Aidan alone. The hugs and tears as we prepared for the services. The fact that he stood up next to that tiny casket with such grace and composure, says everything about him. The hugs that have since followed and the "check ins" as he called them.<br />
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Because of him, I understand what it means to be truly authentic. I have witnessed a true disciple at work. I have felt immense love and care. I have laughed so hard, I have been given the freedom to cry without judgement, and I have been loved because he chose to love me.<br />
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He is one of the true great men in my life and my world just seems a little more empty without him.<br />
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He also gave me hope. And I smile because I know without a doubt he is telling A stories tonight. Stories of battles in the civil war, stories of humor, stories of his momma as a little girl.<br />
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I will miss the hugs, I will miss the laughter, I will miss him updating me on his girls, but most of all, I will miss his love.Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-58376036391088569722013-09-01T21:06:00.001-07:002013-09-01T21:06:52.714-07:00This dayIt is the Sunday before Labor Day. This day is the reason I feel such a pull to be surrounded by those I love. Why I hate to miss church. Why I light a candle at church and sing to Gods glory. <div><br></div><div>Two years ago, on the Sunday before Labor Day, I was given a precious gift. Aidan was born. I became a momma. </div><div><br></div><div>Last year we chose to hop on a boat and just be. We turned off the phones, left the computer behind, literally left the country. We celebrated and remembered. We took the time to ourselves and allowed ourselves to heal. </div><div><br></div><div>This year, we are staying home. I have tried to think of ways to celebrate and honor Aidan this week. I have some special things planned. While I know they will never truly live up to him, they are my way of saying thank you and passing on his goodness. </div><div><br></div><div>This week is tough yet a favorite. It is my chance to revel in the gift of my son. It is my week to share of God's love and mercy. </div><div><br></div><div>Today was spent surrounded by family. Celebrating the new life that has been born in the past year. I couldn't help but think of Aidan and how similar the days were. Aidan's Sunday was a day of awe and being surrounded in Grace. I don't see that day as goodbye. That day was everyone's hello to the tiny boy who would leave the biggest legacy. </div><div><br></div><div>This week the tears will fall and I will miss him with all of the rawness, but I will also smile and hopefully honor him in a way he deserves. </div><div><br></div><div>As I sit here watching Kellan sleep, I can feel the wholeness of Aidan. I know that Kellan is so much of his brother. Our connection to heaven. Our gift from above. </div><div><br></div><div>It's not his birth date, but it is his Sunday. His beautiful perfect Sunday. </div>Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-23110736038432081562013-08-06T09:05:00.001-07:002013-08-06T09:05:56.245-07:00A legacy<p class="s4" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I wanted to take a step back and pay tribute to a woman who helped the loss community in central Arkansas immensely.</span></p><p class="s4" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">When I think of nurses on labor and delivery, I immediately think of the happy deliveries. They are the ones who push a momma through labor and then turn around and hand that beautiful baby to the families. They are a face of comfort and joy.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">Until, you aren’t that typical family. Your baby has died/is dying/will die. You are in a state of shock. You are numb. You are terrified. And then you are expected to labor and deliver all of your hopes and dreams, knowing you won’t get to see them come true. </span><span class="s2">It is here that you hope and pray that you have a nurse like Treasure Grier; someone who even in the darkest moments is a ray of light, a woman of unending grace and infinite compassion. Someone who will look at your baby and be able to show you their beauty and make sure you have every memory possible. A nurse who wouldn’t shy away from your room because she is uncomfortable, rather she embraces your entire family and loves your baby without limit.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">Treasure began paving the way for grieving families long before most others. She recognized the need and wanted to make sure that these families were able to honor their children. She stood at the front of the pack and made sure no baby </span><span class="s2">was left behind. Treasure became the coordinator for the bereavement pr</span><span class="s2">ogram at her local hospital, Love Lives. </span><span class="s2">Bracelets, bears, hats, clothes, layettes, books and pictures all came t</span><span class="s2">o be because of her dedication: all precious memories that countless families have because of her heart. She was more than a nurse. She became a part of your family.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">I didn’t deliver Aidan at Treasure’s hospital, but as time crept by she still filled that role for me. All of my questions, all of my doubts, all of my fears….she was able to give me some answers. She was able to give me the knowledge I needed to begin to heal.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">She is one of the first people who believed I could carry a baby to term. She promised to walk the journey with me and be my nurse. She started the hope that grew to be </span><span class="s2">Kellan</span><span class="s2">.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">When I think of her, I think of someone who radiated joy. I see her in her scrubs, I hear her laugh, I feel her tears when she talked of the babies, I soak in the love she had for her own family. She saw the best in everyone and was determined to make us all be that person and nothing short.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="padding-left: 36px; "></span><span class="s2">Today is August 6</span><span class="s5" style="vertical-align: super; ">th</span><span class="s2">. One year ago today, Treasure ran into the arms of all of those babies she cared for. In her earthly life, she loved our babies </span><span class="s2">and carried their families through the darkness. For the past year, we have loved her and carried her legacy on. Each and every life she touched has been changed.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"> We are group of nurses, moms, doctors, friends, family and we are all connected by a woman. She left us much too soon, but we are all determined to finish the task. We will break the taboo. We are shattering the silence. With each and every day we walk in her footsteps. </span><span class="s2">Every step is a promise to remember, honor and treasure these lives.</span></span></p>Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-4877808833296383122013-07-12T22:14:00.001-07:002013-07-12T22:17:43.780-07:00LessonsThere are moments in life that define you. In the past two years, I've had A LOT of them. I've learned the true meaning of compassion and grace. I've witnessed pure strength in the face of overwhelming sadness. I've faced fear head on and relied completely on my faith. I promised that I would keep Aidan's legacy alive and ensure that he made a difference to the world. <div><br></div><div>As I sat in a hospital room tonight, I was taken back to our own room and the time I spent with Aidan. I was able to share our journey amd hopefully ease some of that burden for another family. The most important lesson I learned from our way to short of time with Aidan was to make every moment count. Memories are all that I have and I am so thankful that I made them. Now I want to share that knowledge and encourage others to do the same. We are not guaranteed tomorrow so why waste today? </div><div><br></div><div>I have also learned to trust in my faith and to lean into God when there just are no words. And truly when you are looking into the eyes of grieving parents there are no words. You must simply draw your strength from him and allow him to lead. If you can do that then You are truly the hands and feet of God. </div><div><br></div><div>I live, truly live, each day for Kellan. I'm no longer just trying to survive the waves of grief. I can finally draw a breath and feel it filling my lungs. I can find the joy in purely being alive. I breath, eat, pray, and truly enjoy each day. All for Kellan. </div><div><br></div><div>But in moments like tonight, these I do for Aidan. 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In the time "before Aidan" I like to think that I was grateful. However, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn't nearly thankful enough. I didn't appreciate the moments in the present and was usually hoping that the current good times could happen again. I was always planning for the next time instead of enjoying the moment I was being given. I couldn't live in the present because I was already looking ahead.</div>
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Of course, time stopped when I went into labor. Suddenly I couldn't look forward. All I wanted was for time to stop or even go backwards. I spent those hours cherishing every kick. Memorizing every heartbeat. Thankful that so many took the time to come visit.</div>
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Then, when the unthinkable happened, I needed time to freeze forever. I have never been more thankful for patience, tears, words, silence and the compassion to allow us to love Aidan as much as we needed. For the first time I was truly present in the moment. Moments that will have to last me a lifetime. Moments that are some of the most precious.</div>
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In the almost two years since then, I have learned more everyday to appreciate each smile, laugh, tear, hug and snuggle. I have loved with all of my heart and then some.</div>
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Since Kellan's arrival, I find myself losing time. I lose minutes, hours and occasionally days. Not because of the exhaustion of a newborn, but because I am so immersed in these moments. Moments I wasn't sure I would get to have. Moments that I often think of Aidan and know that I am getting a second chance.</div>
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But, the small moments are the ones that I am really soaking in. The snuggles, the coos, the early morning feedings, each new development....all of them are so precious. The past 10 weeks have flown by. My heart has been so full. I've even found myself cherishing the hard moments. The ones where I miss Aidan so much I think I might just break again.</div>
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I laugh at his cries because they are the most beautiful sound.</div>
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Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-54957141099343482722013-06-10T21:14:00.001-07:002013-06-10T21:14:26.786-07:00You came to my rescue<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Almost two years ago, I stood in a room and had my child baptized. I held him while being surrounded by Evan and our parents. The pastor who had married us was there reciting words that I cherish. Honoring one of the few wishes I could control. We promised to honor and cherish. We thanked God for this life and vowed to make sure it served a bigger purpose. We remembered our own baptisms and renewed our faith. It was a holy moment. A moment that took place in the back room of a funeral home. A moment that has allowed me to maintain a grasp on sanity on the worst of days. Because the moments and days that followed were the hardest I have ever known. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">No parent should transition from a baptism to sitting at a mahogany table discussing arrangements and browsing burial options. The moments in that room are the ones that wake me up at night. They are the ones that bring me to my knees. They were the beginning of the end of my time with Aidan while here on earth. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This past Sunday I got to do it again. I got to hold my child and present him for baptism. I got to do it in front of all of our family and friends. I got to smile and soak up every moment of Kellan's perfect day. We made the same promises. We said the same words. I felt the same holiness. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Every moment we get to experience with Kellan is tinged with a bitter sweetness of those we miss with Aidan. But this moment, this moment I got with both. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of my favorite songs is "You came to my rescue". It touches the deepest parts of my heart. I sing it often. We sang it Sunday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Truly, I know that these boys are my rescue. They are my reason for living. They are Gods glory. I'm just lucky enough to carry the title of momma to them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEngBM84dHHNDJU2MLxHmPFNEzPyN2bbUdoSHjp_shnYz0kairGJf3KoAGC9ify_TWXOG17_V79d_qXAxSWAzHtTPHPZWvLIaxEx0Rl_BVObomMuNjPfnSk8UQ20KLqBN-ZNfbAsAJ2CM/s640/blogger-image-1280445585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEngBM84dHHNDJU2MLxHmPFNEzPyN2bbUdoSHjp_shnYz0kairGJf3KoAGC9ify_TWXOG17_V79d_qXAxSWAzHtTPHPZWvLIaxEx0Rl_BVObomMuNjPfnSk8UQ20KLqBN-ZNfbAsAJ2CM/s640/blogger-image-1280445585.jpg"></a></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><i>Falling on my knees in worship</i></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Giving all I am to seek your face</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Lord all I am is yours</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><br></i></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">My whole life</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I place in your hands</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">God of Mercy</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Humbled I bow down</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">In your presence at your throne</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><br></i></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I called you answered</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">And you came to my rescue and I</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I wanna be where you are</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><br></i></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">In my life be lifted high</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">In our world be lifted high</div></span><span style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">In our love be lifted high</div></span></i></span><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><br></div></span>Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-46533809640425987492013-06-06T15:43:00.000-07:002013-06-06T17:36:35.033-07:00Thankful<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRcF0AACQdT0FzT7aOcIwDRdh9lkXbTXwYeYlElV4H3x5DbGL-eVKhnpWcCgqB18QVYB6aa0Bz7MJTGwdOCdse-O4hYUjGf7JcDM2NXjCCn-2ZsDwizeCPzyZwlpQSH5NIIZppxyQpZdg/s640/blogger-image-1528484307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRcF0AACQdT0FzT7aOcIwDRdh9lkXbTXwYeYlElV4H3x5DbGL-eVKhnpWcCgqB18QVYB6aa0Bz7MJTGwdOCdse-O4hYUjGf7JcDM2NXjCCn-2ZsDwizeCPzyZwlpQSH5NIIZppxyQpZdg/s640/blogger-image-1528484307.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Life in this new normal is always tinged with a sense of anxiety. An extra dose of fear. What if something else happens? What if I have to say goodbye to someone else that I love so dearly? <br>
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Of course, during Kellan's pregnancy and delivery the fear was amped up. There is also a sense of expectation (for lack of a better word). I spent so long preparing myself for the worst case scenario just because I live with the reality that it does actually happen. I refused to be caught off guard again. <br>
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That first week of Kellan's life I was convinced something was going to happen. With every cry, grunt, nurses check, Dr's appointment, car ride, hour of sleep I would attempt to prepare my heart for what was to come. Attempt being the key word there. As much as I thought I could "prepare" myself for another battle, I was desperate to not fail him. I so badly need him to thrive and fill my arms. <br>
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He will be six weeks on Saturday and I had finally gotten to the point where I was trusting my gut. I was starting to believe that I just might get the upper hand on the anxiety, when the words heart murmur were uttered. Out of nowhere. I was totally unprepared. And it shook me to the core. <br>
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Some people will question why a murmur would seem so scary. People have murmurs all the time and are totally fine. But, in my world I can no longer live by that rationale. I am all too aware that the usual or status quo isn't a guarantee. Bad things happen. For no reason. Without warning. <br>
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Today, Kellan and I traveled to Arkansas Children's Hospital to the heart clinic. Our pediatrician referred us, with our history she wanted to have him seen. We were quite the scene. A terrified mom pretending to have it all together while she pulls her month old miracle around this hospital in a wagon. This little boy and I are quite the pair! <br>
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Thankfully, after lab work, vitals, ekg and two wonderful doctors he was deemed perfect. Perfectly healthy with little to no murmur. No follow ups, no reasons to worry. I was allowed to breath and walk out relieved. <div><br></div><div>I will never be able to take these moments for granted. Another gift from Aidan and his legacy. </div><div><br></div><div>Hearing that he is perfectly healthy and congratulations are truly gifts. </div><div><br></div><div>On this side of grief every single thing is different. Literally. I'm learning it over and over again. </div><div><br></div><div>Tonight I am just flat out thankful. Thankful for Kellan's health. Thankful that I am able to be thankful because of Aidan. Thankful that I can see the joy in this beautiful mess. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCesI9BlNx9_CgRQ-cP3XPw1Au-WoF_Gcov8_xtSr40FJ-SMJh1-QaT8xnwUSE3ZHcsAQedVHFLawhR_d0ll5jDsPn0Y5c2w4QuzZLIhuJ9BY8WcKVGeF4JzNATTxtfPlt-HHQIyaw8A/s640/blogger-image-1587091451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCesI9BlNx9_CgRQ-cP3XPw1Au-WoF_Gcov8_xtSr40FJ-SMJh1-QaT8xnwUSE3ZHcsAQedVHFLawhR_d0ll5jDsPn0Y5c2w4QuzZLIhuJ9BY8WcKVGeF4JzNATTxtfPlt-HHQIyaw8A/s640/blogger-image-1587091451.jpg"></a></div></div>Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-49331007717261683552013-06-04T10:55:00.000-07:002013-06-04T10:55:22.557-07:00Finding my voice<div align="center">
This month over at <a href="http://www.stillstandingmag.com/">Still Standing</a>. </div>
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fear creeps in? What happens when you feel the anxiety taking over? What
happens when you have so much joy, you are afraid you aren’t allowed to grieve
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different for everyone, but for me, I lost my voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last September, less
than two weeks after Aidan’s first birthday, we found out I was pregnant. From
that moment on I started to feel it slip away. My ability to “talk it out” has
gotten harder and harder to do. I still vocally talk about Aidan whenever
possible. I think about him every single day. But, as the pregnancy progressed
I found it harder and harder to write. I have at times been criticized for
being so open and I think that took root while I was pregnant. How could I talk
about missing my son, when I had been blessed with the opportunity of another
child? Why would I want to dwell on that when there is so much joy? I just
didn’t know if people would still want to hear about Aidan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the past weeks, I
have been encouraged numerous times to come back to this safe place. I have
been asked to please come back to writing. Not for anyone else, but for myself.
And for my boys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s strange that I
am more nervous about writing this, than I have been anything else. Telling
Aidan’s story is sacred. I was writing to survive. I now know that I can
survive and in that knowledge I feel more exposed. I am more protective of
Aidan and Kellan. If someone judges my writing about them, are they judging our
decision to have another baby? To include Aidan as much as we do? Are we not
including him enough? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At first, it was the
fear of losing another baby that froze my words. My pregnancy with Kellan was
one of extremes. From joy to fear, excitement to pain, endless waiting to
praying for more time it was a glorious beautiful testament to our
determination and desire. Kellan is one of the most wanted, loved and prayed
for babies. At the same time his brother is one of the most missed boys I’ve
known. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is the
juxtaposition of these two boys that really caused me to lose my voice. How
could I possibly write about the two of them and stay true to both of them? Is
it possible? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the past month, I
have felt more like a mom of two than ever before. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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recognized as a mother of two more than ever before. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In that, I have felt
the pull. I have felt the tug of needing to write. I am beginning to find my
voice again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am learning that
even though we have Kellan in our arms, we are still allowed to share Aidan. I
am allowed to carry one child in my arms while still carrying Aidan in my heart
at all times. I can speak of them both. Some people won’t understand. Some will
judge. Others will embrace us as a family of four. And then there are those who
will stand beside us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am a mother of two
incredible little boys. I am a mother who is proud of her boys. I am a mother
who is finding her voice again. I am a mother who is still standing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-39880138482389185832013-04-02T19:36:00.001-07:002013-04-02T19:36:46.716-07:00The Journey in April (Still Standing Magazine)What’s in a name?<br />
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This month I wanted to ask you all, what’s in a name? How do you decide? What is important to you, when it comes to naming our children?<br />
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When we first heard the words “It’s a boy!” with Aidan, I immediately saw what I wanted for his life; who I hoped he would grow to be like. We had been tossing around names for weeks, but suddenly I knew. I knew that our little fighter would be Aidan. His daddy had picked that name and suddenly it just fit. He was our fire.<br />
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I also knew that he would be Thomas. There are many Thomas’ throughout history that have made a difference. That has had an impact on the world. I grew up with one. I was lucky enough to know a man named Tom Martin. He was a bigger brother that I never had. He taught me things like knot tying, canoeing, the art of water balloons and how to stand up for what you believed. As we grew up, Tom joined the army. On October 14, 2007 Tom was killed while in Iraq. He died a hero. His legacy lives on through an amazing family. I wanted my son to have that same kind of impact.<br />
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I had no idea how quickly Aidan would do these things. I could have never imagined that he would fulfill my hopes and dreams without ever taking a breath.<br />
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So, when it came time for us to pick a name for Aidan’s little brother, I knew that the name was vital. It was the first step on this child’s path. We tossed around name after name. None seemed to be “the one.” Then, one night my husband looked at me and handed me a name on a notepad. “Kellan.” Kellan means warrior. It was perfect. It had everything I was looking for. Strength, ended in “an” like his brother so they are forever connected, and carries part of my mom’s maiden name. It was meant to be. We chose Kent as his middle name, named after his papa, my dad.<br />
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For me, picking out a child's name is one of the first life altering decisions we make as a parent. It is the foundation for what will be. It is the beginning of a beautiful story. It is the thing by which our children will always be known.<br />
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I love saying our boys’ names. I love hearing their names.<br />
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So, what’s in a name? To this mom, it is everything.Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-63667313298597753502013-03-05T08:12:00.001-08:002013-03-05T08:12:45.926-08:00What do you do in their room? (The Journey)
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We are going to try changing up The Journey piece for a few
months. We are going to try and focus on a topic and invite you to come and
share your perspective with us all. I’m hoping that we can connect and reflect
and hopefully even reach another parent who is walking this journey with us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are so many things that you
are just never prepared for when you don’t get to bring your child home. One of
the hardest things was coming back to a house that included his room, but he
would never grow up in. We shut that door and it became the room we didn’t
enter. I couldn’t even open the door without falling apart. Let alone go
through his things. Finally, with the help of two of the strongest women I
know, we redid Aidan’s room. Instead of his nursery it became my sanctuary. His
things were proudly displayed. It was my safety zone. It was the proof that his
life counted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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couldn’t imagine trying to create another nursery. Planning Aidan’s was
planning my dream. How was I supposed to do that again? With this pregnancy it
has been a delicate balance of excitement, anticipation and overwhelming fear.
All of this has gone into Kellan’s nursery. I wanted something all his own,
while simultaneously including his big brother. Was this possible? Was it fair?
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strongly believe that all of my children should be treated equal. While I
realize that doesn’t mean we will do for Aidan as much as we will do for
Kellan, I do believe that we should still do for Aidan. I want Kellan to know
about his big brother and the impact that his life made on mine. I think it is
important. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Feeling
these things, I couldn’t just pack up Aidan’s things to be replaced with
Kellan’s. Instead it is the “boys’ room.” We went in a completely different
direction with the design and colors, but made sure to keep parts of Aidan
present. In our journey with Aidan, the elephant has become vital in my
healing. The elephant has become a representation of Aidan for many. Knowing
this we have chosen to do a big top type nursery. In it is a very special mural
that is of the barn scene in Dumbo. Momma is holding Dumbo in her embrace
protecting him from the harshness of the world. It just seems fitting. Because,
after all, isn’t that what we are all doing? Mommies and Daddies protecting our
children. Both those in our arms and those who are walking ahead, but never out
of our hearts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-27044590010613319832012-12-20T16:03:00.000-08:002012-12-20T16:03:40.239-08:00A different Child<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I read this and immediately teared up. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's so true. One day we will explain to our future children where their older brother is. One day they will question why we do the things we do for Aidan. This perfectly describes the emotions. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To this baby currently nudging me: Please know, never has a baby been more wanted. Never have I been so determined. Never have I had so much hope. Never ever doubt my love for you. You hold a special piece of my heart that no other child will ever hold. Just as your older brother claimed his. I love you both equally. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To Aidan: You sweet boy have taught me so much. You inspire me to the best mom I know how to be. You are missed and loved. I know that you are forever safe and loved. One day I will snuggle you close and whisper all of our stories again. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A
Different Child</span></div>
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different child, people notice</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There's
a special glow around you.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You
grow surrounded by love</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Never
doubting you are wanted;</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only
look at the pride and joy</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In your
mother and father's eyes.</span></div>
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sometimes between the smiles</span></div>
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a trace of tears,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One day
you'll understand.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You'll
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child.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A
different child.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who was
in their hopes and dreams.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That
child will never outgrow the baby clothes.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That
child will never keep them up at night.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In
fact, that child will never be any trouble at all....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Except
sometimes, in a silent moment,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When
mother and father miss so much</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That
different child.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May
hope and love wrap you warmly</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And may
you learn the lesson forever:</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How
infinitely precious,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How
infinitely fragile is this life on earth.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One
day, as a young man or woman</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You may
see another mother's tears</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another
father's silent grief</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then
you, and you alone will understand</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And
offer the greatest comfort.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When
all hope seems lost you will tell them</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">with
great compassion:</span></div>
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I know
how you feel. I'm only here because my parents tried
again."</span></i></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>PD MacMillan</i></b></span></div>
Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-72179195010812170032012-12-04T00:00:00.000-08:002012-12-04T00:00:03.537-08:00A quick update: learning to navigate<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We are 16 weeks into this pregnancy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We have had a successful cerclage placement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bed rest has begun. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Aidan is going to have a little brother. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The excitement is growing. Hope is blooming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And yet, there are moments when it just feels a little hard
to breathe. Moments that make the days feel heavier. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I miss my first little boy. I miss the things I could be
experiencing him. I could be snapping photos, taking him to see Santa for the
first time. We could be eagerly waiting what would have been his first Christmas
in a perfect world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, it’s not a perfect world. At least, it isn’t THAT
perfect world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I carried Aidan and treasured every single second. I had no
idea that those were all I would get. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This time around is just completely different. I am still treasuring
every kick, every heartbeat. I still love this child with all that I am. But, I
am doing these things with the knowledge that I may not get the ending of my
dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">That is the reality of this new normal I live in. I can
still feel all of the happiness and anticipation. However, I also live with the
knowledge of what is on the other side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am still having a hard time finding the words to describe
this part of the journey. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am so thankful for this new life I can feel fluttering
around right this second. At the same time I am so thankful for the life and
legacy of his big brother. I think the words are hard to come by because I am
afraid to take something away from the other. I love them equally. They are
both my boys. One is not mutually exclusive of the other. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am hoping that with the bed rest the words to explain my
heart in these coming months will come. The past year has been written with
such detail that I want every year to have those memories written down. I want
this child to know his brother as we all know him and at the same time I want
to be able to show him how eager and how badly we wanted him to be a part of
our lives. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-5434465129440994502012-11-06T00:00:00.000-08:002012-11-06T00:00:18.716-08:00A rainbow in the storm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A picture worth a 1,000 words.</div>
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Today, today I am 12 weeks pregnant with our rainbow baby.</div>
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Aidan is a big brother. Those words bring me to my knees.</div>
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So many emotions. More than I am able to express in any sort of sensical way.</div>
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I am so excited. So happy. Brimming with hope.</div>
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I am so scared.</div>
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What if it happens again? What if something else goes wrong?</div>
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What if people forget about Aidan?</div>
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That's the big one. That's the fear I have been afraid to put words too. That's the reason I haven't been able to blog or write much.</div>
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My excitement is overwhelming. At the same time, my heartaches from missing my little boy. I cannot explain that.</div>
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I cherish every single day. Even though most of them have been rough physically, I know that they may be all that I have. Aidan taught me that.</div>
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Every day I think of him and wonder what life would be like if he were here. How would I have managed an infant and the complications that have come along with this pregnancy? And then it hits me, if it weren't for Aidan's life, I most likely would not be sitting here pregnant. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have Twinkle. There is so much power in this knowledge. There are so many things that I would not know if it hadn't been for Aidan and the journey we are on. Too many to even attempt to list.</div>
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While there are no guarantees, no promises, I know that this baby is a gift. One that deserves its own excitement of hopes and dreams.</div>
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I have been unsure of what to say. How to explain how this baby and Aidan are both a part of our family without taking away from the other. And then this moment happened today. A comment was made and it reminded me that it is my job as their mother to make sure they are both treated equally. The only way I can do that is to continue to share our journey together. As a growing family of four.</div>
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<em>This is my second pregnancy. I have two children. Each deserves to be loved and cherished in their own ways. No matter what tomorrow brings, <strong>I am a momma of two</strong>. And no one can ever take that away.</em></div>
Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-32822996598009828682012-09-04T00:00:00.000-07:002012-09-04T00:00:12.974-07:00On your birthday<div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Aidan,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am at a loss for words. How
exactly am I supposed to put into words what these days have meant? They have
been so full of memories. There have been tears. There has been laughter. There
has been sheer determination. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Most of all, there has been love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The kind of love that is known to
inspire books and movies. A love that takes your breath away and at the same
time gives you a reason to live. The love of a mother. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Each day has been a countdown to
you. Your birthday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On this day, one year ago, you
changed me. You changed your Daddy. You changed the lives of so many people
sweet boy. People who came to see you. Hold you. Kiss you. Snuggle you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Love you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On this day, one year ago, you
changed everything. And you did it without having ever taken a breath. You are
that amazing. You are that powerful. You are my son. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are so many adjectives I
could use to describe the impact you have made in the past year. None seem to
compare as much as faith, grace, and love…Holy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The precious hours I spent with you
were the epitome of these things. They are untarnished by the fact that I would
not get to take you home with us. They were simply moments spent with you.
Moments as a complete family. Moments that will carry me through until I see
you again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A child’s first birthday is always
this big celebration. So many milestones have been and are being reached. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The
parents tend to go overboard. Party. Gifts. Cake. Proud moments. Endless
pictures. What wouldn’t I give to live in that realm of reality again.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Instead, I am in a car; headed
towards a boat. Just your daddy and I. Your first birthday is upon us and yet
we live in the world where you are not here. With your birthday comes the harsh
reality that we don’t get those things. Instead we get the love of those who
love you and understand the overwhelming loss of these days. Others have
sympathy. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ignorance of those who
don’t get it and just think it means it’s been a year and we should be
“better.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wake up each day with the hope
that I will get to say your name. Share your pictures. Be your mom without
someone questioning why. So, on this day, a day that is 100 percent about you;
about your life; we are celebrating. The fight, the determination, the love,
the grace and the faith it has taken to survive each day since. We are
rejoicing in the knowledge that we were chosen to be your parents. We are so
proud to be your family. We are so grateful that we know where you are. We
smile knowing you are safely tucked in the arms of loved ones. Happy. Blissful.
Surrounded by the perfection you deserve. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It seems unbelievable that it has
already been a year. Yet, this has been the longest, hardest and most defining
year of my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1
year<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">12
months<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">52
weeks<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">365
days<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">525948
minutes<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">31556926
seconds<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Each and every one of them has been
about you. Because this day is the day you were born. The day your legacy
began. The day you did something that no one else has ever done or will ever do
again. You made me a mom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am so thankful to you. I love you
more than I ever knew I could. I miss you with every fiber of my being. I am
the proudest Momma. I am heartbroken that I don’t get to watch you grow. I
eagerly wait for the day I get to hold you again. I am looking towards the
future. Hoping that one day I will be able to tell your little brother or
sisters about their amazing big brother and how he is the reason they are here.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I fell head over heels in love with you one
year ago. Every day that love has grown more. I’ll look for you in the waves,
stars and peace of this week. Your momma loves you so. Each and every heartbeat
I share with you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Happy Birthday to you, Aidan
Thomas. Happy Birthday to you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Enduring love,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-48192169987071699342012-08-18T20:28:00.000-07:002012-08-18T20:28:08.849-07:00Step by Step<div align="center">
A week ago, we recorded an Interview for a local radio station. </div>
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Aidan's story was shared. His name was spoken. </div>
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This past week, we were interviewed on a local new station. </div>
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Aidan's story was shared. His name was spoken. Aidan's perfect face was shown on live TV. </div>
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And tonight. Tonight I placed an order. I ordered cards that I hope you will help me distribute. </div>
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Aidan's birthday is rapidly approaching. I want it to be big. I want it to be a celebration. I want it to make a difference. I want it to touch people beyond my limited scope. I want complete strangers to be affected by Aidan's life. And from this desire an idea was born: </div>
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Our hope is that you will allow us to share Aidan and what he has come to mean to all of us. He has had such an impact in the past year. He has changed everything. We are now hoping that he will change others who do not know him. Let's take the first steps towards literally changing the world. We have been blessed with so many opportunities to share our little boy. I love the idea of sharing him in a way that will have a positive impact for others. </div>
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I cannot wait to see how far they go, the good they inspire and the people he brings together. </div>
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I have ordered the cards and they should be here next week hopefully. My plan is to get them out to you, so that we can actually kick of Aidan's birthday with the first good deeds. I cannot think of a more special way to celebrate the day that changed everything. </div>
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Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-58418161676982637892012-08-13T21:39:00.000-07:002012-08-13T21:39:14.760-07:00“Faithful friends are gifts from heaven: Whoever finds one has found a treasure.”<div align="center">
The past year has been the biggest, hardest, most emotional year of my life. </div>
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Surviving it has not been easy. Living it has been even harder. </div>
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Thankfully, in the same breath, I have been blessed with the people in my life. People who have always been there, people who were on the outskirts, but stepped up when I needed it, and the people who entered my life just because of Aidan. </div>
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Among these are my Sew Sisters. My beloved sisters who have a passion for making a purpose. Women who have walked this same path. Women who encourage one another to take that next chance, step or breath. </div>
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We stand up for one another. </div>
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And in this past week, we have had to stand up, lean on, bow down, and just hang on. </div>
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One of our sisters has left this earthly life. </div>
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In a split second that just hasn't ended yet, it all changed. </div>
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To say that our hearts are broken, is an understatement. A piece of our world is gone. </div>
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I can't even find the words to describe the importance she played to all of us. All I have is what she meant to me. I'm the newbie to the group. I'm the one still in the freshness of grief. I'm the one who can't sew! Treasure took me in. She enveloped me in her light. She allowed me to laugh until I cried and then cry until I laughed. She called. She texted. She believed in me. </div>
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She was this pillar of strength. She stood tall for all of the moms. She loved with every fiber of her being. </div>
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I remember our conversations with such clarity. One in particular. She asked me about Aidan. She wanted to know his story. And in the process, she answered questions I didn't even know I had. She gave me so much peace and comfort. And at the end, as we both cried and smiled and oohed and aahed. She hugged me and whispered, "You are so brave. You have so much courage. You and your little boy are going to make a difference. Keep talking, sharing, writing." </div>
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It has taken me a week to be able to even attempt to do any of these things. I was so afraid I would lose her voice. God provides in all things. He allowed for her to film a testimony about Holy Sews. The why and the importance of what we do. Now, I will always have a piece of her. The world will always be able to hear her determination, compassion, grace and love.</div>
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38 years ago, her momma gave her name. A name most would never be able to live up to. She embodied her name. Every moment of every day. Her sister, described watching all of us grieve just as hard as she is. The awe and the wonder that she had touched so many, so deeply. It is just who she is. Not was, but is. She left such an imprint on this world.</div>
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She was, is and forever will be, Treasure. </div>
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"The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being." </div>
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Tara Finney aka Aidan's Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08184046001406703928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022733353550030519.post-21290156491438613542012-08-13T20:26:00.000-07:002012-08-13T20:26:38.579-07:00Roots<div align="center">
I've been meaning to write this for over a week. </div>
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The past week is a post all of its own. </div>
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One step at a time. </div>
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A couple of Saturday's ago, we worked outside in the extreme August heat. We dug, soaked, dug, soaked, dug, soaked and so on. All day long. </div>
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And then, finally we achieved the ultimate goal. We planted five trees. Trees donated in Aidan's memory. Trees planted in our home town. </div>
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Evan and I literally grew up in the same town without knowing one another. We knew a ton of the same people, but for some reason our paths never crossed until that fateful day in 2006. Still, our roots are firmly planted in Cabot, AR. </div>
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And now, so are Aidan's. We planted five trees surrounding the community pond there in Cabot. We did this on Aidan's 11 month celebration. We picnicked afterwards and sent Aidan some balloons. </div>
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All day, it just kept hitting me. This is a permanent part of his legacy. One day those trees will stand taller than any of us. We will literally watch them grow. It brought me such peace. Over the past 11 months Aidan's life has had an impact. And now I will have a physical attachment I will get to watch grow. The blessings are always hidden. Their importance always surprising. This one came in the form of trees. Watching his family work in the heat, sacrifice their time, sweat in this summer heat. Having friends who are willing to come and be there with us to honor Aidan. Having just a few moments that allow us to be proud parents. All because of five trees. </div>
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The past year has defined and redefined love for me. I find that I love more deeply. I want to share my love more freely. I want to be loved more openly. </div>
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Passion comes from love. In that moment that they literally put love into my arms, my passion started. I'm not a quiet person by nature so my passion is not silent either. I have been asked when I will return to normal, when I will get back to life. I keep saying "I won't, this is my new normal." It's true. I will never be exactly the same. It's just simply not possible. There has been this massive shift in me. It's not something I can or even want to change. So while my heart has grown, my love has intensified, my passion is developing one thing has stayed the same. My inability to keep it inside. I cannot feel it all and not let it out. It's too much for me and now, I am afraid that it is too much for others. </div>
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This is another learning moment for this Momma. It's one I am having a hard time with. My love. My passion. My drive. I am afraid it is drowning others. I am afraid that a big scary word is entering the scene. And it breaks my heart. It makes me so afraid. It makes me afraid that he will lose his place. It makes me afraid that I will quit fighting for him because it's so hard to do alone. </div>
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He isn't here for me to celebrate all of the milestones with. The only things I get to celebrate are the moments we create. And as I sit here in a deafening silent house, I'm afraid that those don't count either. Tomorrow is 11 months. He should be doing so many big things. No, actually he should be almost 8 months and I should be in awe. His personality should be appearing. I should be harried and exhausted. I should be a proud first time mommy. I wish that people were eager to see us. Eager to relish in him. Instead I am afraid. I am walking a thin line. Do I try to carry it all on my own and when there is a moment to remember I do it alone? Or, do I open it up and risk these feelings. Feelings I don't even want to give a name too. </div>
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All I know, all I feel, all I can hope for, is that the love that is inside of me is enough to inspire, strengthen, encourage and draw close. And the only way it can do any of those things is by showing it outwardly and without fear. </div>
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Sharing Aidan is my way of sharing our love. It is not for pity or recognition. Trust me, I would much rather be a mom that no one knows. I wish I didn't have to do any of the things I have done in the past year. I would trade every single bit of it just to have him asleep in the room across the hall. He isn't though. He will never be. So I am taking the opportunities that God presents, I am hanging onto my faith, I am believing that it all has a purpose. I'm doing it for Aidan. </div>
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There won't be baby milestones, or sporting events, or school activities. </div>
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There is a project in the works. A huge, important, taboo shattering project. </div>
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I can't even begin to explain what this is going to mean. </div>
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As a parent of infant loss, I know the importance of his life. I know the significance of his death. I know the impact he has had. </div>
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This project will allow all parents to share these things. To not have to hide behind the "normalcy" that none of us truly feel. We are being given the chance to have a voice. </div>
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I am extremely lucky. I have this blog. I have <a href="http://www.stillstandingmag.com/">Still Standing.</a> I have <a href="http://www.holysews.org/">Holy Sews.</a> I have the March of Dimes and the various opportunities within that organization. So many people who believe in me, Aidan and the strength it takes to share him. </div>
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Whether it is in writing, speaking to a group, talking with other moms, over the radio to a faceless audience, or in the possibility of this new project: one thing is becoming abundantly clear. </div>
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We are forging ahead. We are knocking down the taboos and hush behind our children. We are navigating an unknown territory in hopes that the moms of the future feel constant support. </div>
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We are quite simply "Saying it out loud." No more whispers. No more silent tears. </div>
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Aidan may have been still born, but his life is in no way silent. </div>
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That's it right there. That's the why behind every day. Behind every decision. </div>
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This past weekend I faced a big fear. I traveled back to NWA. I sat in the backseat and traveled down I-40. Instead of holding Aidan, I counted stitch by stitch. I focused on that needle and thread and what it will mean to some other mom. </div>
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I have had this fear of Fayetteville. I have been so afraid that the first time I would make that drive back to the Hill I would break because I would have to pretend I wasn't remembering and thinking of Aidan the entire time. God provides though. He allowed for a 5k to allow me heal. </div>
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This weekend can be summed up in one word. Healing. </div>
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Tomorrow, I will make the same drive I made almost one year ago. I will drive back to Fayetteville. Every mile will be full of memories. Every exit will be like a different direction my life would've taken. </div>
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And it will lead me to familiar ground. It will lead me to everything that is Aidan. </div>
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The woman who took his pictures with such grace and compassion. A member of the amazing family that is a part of his name. His Auntie Vos. My cousins that stood beside me during labor. People who knew Aidan. Who witnessed the miracle he was and still is. People who are loving me through this journey. </div>
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Team Aidan will be represented in full force this coming Saturday. It makes me swell with pride. It makes my heart ache with gratitude and utter devotion. It makes the tears just a little more sweeter. </div>
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For safe travels. </div>
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I've been all sorts of numb lately. The tears could come, but only one or two at a time. I had developed this wall of defense. I've been taking fake it until you make it to an entirely new level. </div>
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Over Tom and everything his legacy means. </div>
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Over things that are completely out of my control. </div>
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Over the fact that in two weeks I will move out of the first house that Evan and I called home. (Not to mention the fact that we still don't know where our next home will be!)</div>
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Over the fact that I miss my Mom. </div>
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Over the fact that Savannah is six months old. (How is that even possible?)</div>
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Over the fact that I walked through the baby section tonight and looked for babies who still aren't mine. </div>
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What if your hardest day was your first? What if it was your only? </div>
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My sweet sweet Aidan. One day. I held you in my arms for one day. </div>
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Each and every day since I spend searching for ways to honor you. Ways to be close to you. Ways to make the distance feel not so far. </div>
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Tonight was no different. </div>
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We are this year's ambassador family for Bikers for Babies. Tonight, we attended Bike Night and the pre-registration event. I knew that something was planned. I could have never imagined what was about to happen. </div>
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Travis pulled us up on stage. He shared a part of Aidan's story. He asked all of the bikers to send a message to Aidan, making sure he knew the amount of love we have for him. And then this magical ear splitting moment happened. 1,000 plus motorcycles revved their engines simutaneously. And it went on forever. </div>
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Never in a million years, did I think I would feel him there. Standing on that stage, looking at this massive crowd. Standing beside Evan and knowing he was willing to stand there with me. Looking at Travis and seeing his eyes well up. Looking out and seeing my March of Dimes Family laughing and smiling through their tears, I felt him. In the breeze. In the rumble of the engines. In the faces of those people who had no idea the impact they were making. I felt a piece of A. I missed him with such ferocity, but I felt him. </div>
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Nothing could have topped that moment. Until we stepped off stage and complete strangers came to hug us. To share their stories. To share how they were so grateful to finally meet Aidan's parents because they had been touched by his life. His life, not his death. But, his life. </div>
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A connection has been growing. It started with a brick. Then grew to March of Dimes. And now, has brought me a part of someone who unexpectedly passed two years ago. Danny. My sweet teddy bear of a cousin. Our hearts were broken when he passed that June morning. </div>
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Every so often, I see Danny. In his button up shirt, straw hat and it looks like he is holding his banjo. Only when I run up to hug him, he's holding Aidan. He smiles that smile. His eyes glisten. He tells me how proud he is of my son. And then they just walk away together. And I feel peace. </div>
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