St. Patrick’s Day…
A day that reminds me of who I am, what I am and what I have become. Yes, I am Irish, which is a part of me. I have always celebrated this day. This year I will again, from a different space. This time…I am celebrating my presence which encompasses my journey. Part of celebrating that presence is acknowledging what has compiled my being.
The most significant losses in my life all have Irish names.
My beloved brother Patrick
My stillborn angel Katelyn
My baby Ireland
Beautiful names each representing three significant chapters in my life. Chapters… that have moulded, formed and shaped the person I am today. I gather these chapters in my mind, to keep my perspective in check. To remember and cherish, my journey, myself and the memories of these beautiful souls. This St. Patrick’s Day I will honour them by honouring myself.
St. Patrick’s Day last year was the day that our surrogacy journey began. I thought it was a sign at the time…I was hoping for luck…now I know both to be true.