Organic baby food, daily walks in the sunshine, nursery rhymes and Beatrix Potter books, baths and naps made up those days of that first year. I was proud and happy and oh-so-in-love. It seemed as if my whole life had been a waiting time for my motherhood to begin. Fast forward to the present, where I find myself in a journaling workshop series that Sacred Sorrows is offering for mothers who have lost a child. We reflect and journal about our grief and about our struggle to get up and live.