by Emily Wierenga | Aug 14, 2013 | #imperfectprose, envy, hope, jealousy, loss, miscarriage, mourning, pregnancy, rejoicing, womanhood
She’s my youngest sister and I’m standing in her house in Calgary, one of the homes that didn’t get flooded and we’re making pizza. I’ve pulled and prodded the dough and she’s slathering spaghetti sauce and shaved mozzarella cheese.We were pregnant at the same time,... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 7, 2013 | children, Deanne Moore, hope, labor, midwifery, miscarriage, pregnancy, stillbirth, womanhood, women
I’m away this week, taking a break from blogging to spend time with family. It’s my great pleasure to introduce Deanne Moore, one of the sweetest, most humble women I have had the privilege of meeting online. She has a poetic heart and a gift for... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 26, 2013 | #royalbaby, abortion, birth, broken, duke, dutchess, faith, God, kingdom, lisa-jo baker, miscarriage, Prince George
Sometimes my two-year-old still smells like a newborn. When he’s so deep in sleep his eyelids are fluttering and I put my nose to his hair and catch the remaining wafts of infancy, rising like fresh-tilled earth and crocuses.But those moments are rare and even... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 21, 2013 | children, comfort, faith, God's kingdom, grief, heaven, Jesus, joy, loss, miscarriage, motherhood, mourning, parenting
My tender-hearted son, Aiden, and I made a collage of people that Aiden loves: Jesus, holding the baby; hi and Kasher; him and his cousin Logan, him and Grandpa, and him and Joey. The collage hangs by his bed reminding him he is surrounded by love.Kasher’s... by Emily Wierenga | Mar 5, 2013 | children, daughter, death, grief, husband, loss, miscarriage, mourning, pregnancy, prodigal magazine, wife
She slid so smoothly into the toilet.And you didn’t know you would ache like that, with a baby-shaped sadness.You didn’t know you would watch her wash out of you, that she would stain your bathroom rug red, and that you wouldn’t be able to move from... by Emily Wierenga | Feb 23, 2013 | bad week, blues, childloss, crying, daughter, depression, faith, miscarriage, motherhood, poo, prayer, sadness, shit, swearing
Tuesday was one of the hardest days I’ve ever experienced, as a mother.It was the kind of day that found me hunched over carpets, muttering and scrubbing, because my youngest son, whom I thought was potty-trained, decided he wasn’t anymore and pooped and...