When I was young I knew a woman who lost her baby when he was only a few months old. I had watched her hold him a few times, when he was alive, but sick. I had seen lots of moms hold lots of babies. But not like that. It was as if their hearts were sewn together. Her baby was outside of her, but not really. He was at the same time still somehow connected to her, he was all of her. It was like she breathed him. Their love was so powerful I could feel it in my heart. I was just a girl, but I remember knowing it was different, special. I have seen love like that only one other time. It was also between a mother and baby who was fighting for his life. I remember walking into the room where they were and feeling like I had walked onto another planet, one where only they existed. They looked at each other like each one was singing some sort of secret love song that only they could hear.

Feeling that kind of love is something I’ll never forget. I see the way mothers who have lost a child love their kids that are still physically with them, and it is almost like that special love from their angel baby is sewn into their mothering. The angel child connects his brother and sisters to him or her through his mother’s love, to always be remembered and always felt.