Foxy Wine Pocket is a humor blog, but I also write serious stories. Usually, I publish those pieces elsewhere. Today, I’m honored to be at Scary Mommy sharing one such story about explaining miscarriage to my children. I hope you’ll follow me there.
Here’s a snippet to get you started:
The Two Missing Kids: Explaining Miscarriage to Children
My husband, our two kids, and I were at a social gathering this past Mother’s Day when we encountered a family with four children. My 8-year-old son, who is my youngest child, stopped near to them and looked at them longingly. He then pointed them out to me.
“That could have been our family,” he said quietly.
As my chest tightened and I fought back tears, I hugged him and kissed his head. I knew what he meant, but there wasn’t much I could say in response. Because he just doesn’t understand. He doesn’t comprehend that we never would have been a family with four children.
But, in his mind, there are two missing kids in our family. They are the pregnancies that I lost…