My sons cries are beautiful...because I can hear them <3
Yesterday during my @tedxcwru as I discussed my near death experience from post-partum preeclampsia... my son began to cry and scream because he could see me but he couldnt hold me. They could hear him even through the doors.
Some people in the audience complained because of the noise, which is understandable.
For me though...that felt like the perfect metaphor for why this work brought me to that stage.
A son wanted his mother.
As I said during my talk: "Our children need their mothers, and our mothers need their children".
This little man brought me there and if I could have given my talk with him on my hip, without everyone being distracted by his cuteness I would have. The euphoria the both of us felt when we were brought back together continues in me as I write. The oxytocin released by being reunited was so grounding.
I live everyday to honor those who were lost by being the greatest mom I can be and being there for my son. These moments were almost taken from me. My sons cries are beautiful because...I can hear them.
I think I will just remind people in the audience of that the next time...that you may hear my son cry for me...and while it may be annoying in the moment there is beauty in it because I am here...and when I'm done I get to physically hold him and comfort him.
Not every mom gets that chance.