A friend of mine just suffered a miscarriage. I stopped by with milk and cookies for the sole purpose of holding her hand. I told her I was sorry. I cried alongside her. And then I sat there, clenching her hand in silence for nearly an hour. Deep in the quiet, my heart wanted to say so many things. I wanted to tell her about my miscarriages, share what helped in my healing, and console her with the blessing of my rainbow baby, but I didn’t.
This first visit, this first hour, wasn’t about me. It was about partnering in her loss, not guiding her through it. [read more…]