A few months ago, I lost something precious, something I had worked 10 months to find and within eight weeks of gaining, it was gone. I didn’t really feel it at first. I was too numb from the entire experience. I was too raw to feel anything and submersed myself in work so as to avoid thinking about it at all. But recently, Angel has come back to haunt me in the exuberant faces and big rounded bellies of other women who are now five months pregnant with other, very precious somethings.

What has also brought this home is the fact that some people have been rather out of the loop. I had an email the other day from a colleague who asked when my baby was due and then at Christmas eve service last night at church, a kindly acquaintance I hadn’t seen for a while asked me the same thing. Put aside the fact that I don’t look five months pregnant (or maybe I do… maybe I’ve eaten way too much fudge this Christmas season), I was kinda dumbstruck and then felt rather mortified for this poor woman who asked an honest question. Her discomfort was obvious and mine too. I just willed the conversation to be over so that I could crawl into a hole somewhere far away. This Christmas, I was supposed to be sitting around on my lard-arse contentedly rubbing my swollen belly, making my mother shift uncomfortably at the dinner table over conversations about homebirth and birthing pools. Instead I just miss my Angel. I miss him/her desparately and wish he/she was here.

I am also reminded that for the better part of the last six years I have spent most of my time pleasing others, doing things to make me feel like I was somehow not such a selfish person. But the truth is, I am selfish and I’m sick of pretending to be otherwise. Recently, I wrote out a mission statement for my life. I really struggled with this because, to be honest, I don’t really know what I want or maybe I’m afraid that what I want isn’t really the right thing to want. I don’t know. All I do know for sure is that I have this vision in my head of spending long days with my children, enjoying their learning, their company and their fun. I have a vision of justice, of doing something bigger than myself, something that leaves a legacy. I also have a vision of truth…. it keeps pulling me back to the nagging thought that I should be doing something other than what I am currently doing.

I am conscious that I have set myself up to be pulled in a million different directions by others. I made a decision earlier in the year to stop putting emotional energy into the personal choices and conflicts of others outside my own family. This choice has confused some but I have to stick to it. My family’s survival, my survival depends on it. I need a full tank to be strong enough to deal with the ebb and flow of my family.

So what do I really want? For those I love to know the hope and love of God and the gift He has given us, a family that knows they are loved no matter what, to be able to make beautiful music and to see my children thrive. Everything else is somehow not so precious to me.

I don’t know if we will try to have a another baby again or not. I’m still raw and hurting from the experience of losing that something precious. But I do know that I will make some different choices in 2009. Some of these choices leave others scratching their heads but they are my choices to make. Somewhere along the line, we all have to decide to stop living life for the will and purpose of others and instead, live a life of purpose that is true to ourselves and honest about what motivates us to do what we do. It is easy to act out of brokenness, from hearts destroyed and confidence lost… it is hard to face the truth that this is what we do and step beyond.