Posts Tagged ‘son’:

X and Y

I’m just back from a funeral of a kind man we knew. He used to work at a garage next door from us and I would walk there with our oldest son who just started walking then. He played with our son, snowball fights in winter, water fights in the summer, measuring our son’s heights, letting our son play with his super shiny bikes and helped us do many things from carrying furniture to pumping up our kids’ water pool. Sadly he passed away very suddenly a few days ago. I find comfort in knowing that he would be with

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M is for Mongol

You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Billy’ we called our little boy when he was born ‘Buuz’ we named him when he came home Our baby was a Mongol not because he had Down’s Syndrome Only because his mummy is Mongolian You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Mong’, clowns joke on TV, ‘Mongo’, school kids call each other

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L is for Loss

My first diary entry after Billy passed away. 17 March 2010. Three weeks ago we buried you my baby. You were only three months old. I can not believe how short time we had you yet it felt a very long time. Perhaps it was very painful for you and for us. Mummy feels comfort in believing that you are now in a pure place where there is no pain and suffering. Oh baby, mummy had such a wonderful but so challenging time when you were here. From the moment you were born, life seemed not fair and it was

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K is for Keep Kind Karma

I asked my kids what to write on letter K. They said: Karma and Kind. So what is Karma? It is widely understood as cause and effect. Do I believe in Karma? I did. I thought If I’m kind and considerate life will treat me alright. However, I’m not sure anymore. We lost our baby son Billy. Was it Karma?   What do you think? Do you believe in Karma?    

Mother’s Day

  My little boy wonders whether I am asleep I’m not sure if I should open my eyes But when I start to open them, He thinks I’m waking up. I lay in bed. His careful steps get closer I pretend. ‘Mummy, do you want to open your card?’ he whispers. That’s me. I see my son standing there, smiling Before I say anything, his little feet couldn’t wait longer He ran to his big sister to announce ‘Mummy is awake.’ They walk into the room Their Daddy follows, with their baby sister in his arms And to Mum, the

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