You basically nailed it. You're right -- simple and sweet, it's all right there.

I can hear my yoga instructor's voice when I read that meditation. "Peace, peace, peace."

"Lokah Samastha Sukhino Bhavantu"

I have been teaching the kids this chant for the last few months- maybe as some sort of way to help me find the happiness and peace from within. Hearing a bunch of 4 years olds chanting it though takes the cake. it's super sweet.

thanks kate, so beautifully said. wishing all those babylost families out there joy, peace and light in the new year.

xo

Julie, yes. Just yes.

Lani, what does that translate to exactly? It's so lovely.

Beautiful prayer/wish, Kate. I wish it, too.

And, on a less elevated note, I find that I still wish those pampers "Silent Night" commercials would just go away.

Erica, those commercial are a special kind of hell. Each year I see them and wonder when they will stop running them. That and the jewelry commercials with the new baby. My husband and I actually say really hilarious disgusting things during them- truly offensive to anyone else, but it makes us laugh instead of cry. It's almost as bad as television dramas when women fall down the stairs- we both immediately look up and go OH COME ON, that is not even how a miscarriage happens....but that is always the plot.

Kate, beautiful. Truly beautiful. Thank you. Today a Christmas letter came, one where somene's kids were fantastic awesome what a blessing winning soccer/spelling bees/etc. At the end there was a handwritten note and the person wrote "Great to see you had another baby; hope that helps you forget those other ones." It was like a huge kick. I think I'll toss that card and letter and just write your prayer on an index card and put it up with the other cards. I really needed to see that today- thank you.

For me? For us? Another pregnancy as soon as may be. A healthy pregnancy with a real chance at ending in live baby.

In general for all my baby lost parents? A peace that passes all understanding, a place to rest, a freedom to be as you are, and love in all it's forms to surround you.

Just what I needed today. Thank you for posting it.

I wish for peace for more than just a moment, there then so suddenly gone to agitation.

I wish a prayer of thanks throughout this site, to all of us who gather here, and how much I hate that we have to find this place, but how it itself is a place of peace, and for that, I bow in honor to all here--your voices, your souls, your lost babies, your hearts, your intellects, your deep, deep, deep understanding, your lives that go forward in the face of such hard grief.

I wish for my heart to stop hurting. And for a new lil' person to pick me again as his/her Momma.

I wish that I could remember every single minute that my daughter was alive.
I wish I could remember every tiny detail that my brain ever recorded about her.
The exact colour blue of her eyes, the feeling of holding her tiny body close in my arms.
I know it must be in there somewhere but I am worried that I am starting to forget and I don't want to forget anything. I know so painfully little.

For peace. To be able to keep my head down, to hold my ground, to see this all for what it is and yet. . . to keep on.

For all these wishes here to be granted.

Anne, I'm so sorry that anyone would think of writing that message inside a Christmas letter. It may have been kindly meant but still, I am so very sorry that you had to read that. xo

Kate- the sanscrit chant I posted means exactly what you wrote in English!

"May all living beings everywhere, on all planes of existence, known and unknown, be happy, be peaceful, be free from suffering."

I just tell them a short version- "May all beings everywhere be happy and free."

I wish exactly the same as you do. Two years and two months out, on a few days, the wish occasionally comes briefly true.

I pray that you all will find comfort and peace in the new year.

I wish I had both their foot prints. I wish I had pictures. I wish this never happened. I wish I had my babies home with us for Christmas, in our pictures, on our cards, in our arms. I wish I could get back to myself, DH is missing me, and I am missing me. I wish friends and family knew how I felt, so they didn't say/do the wrong things, making it worse. I wish my husband could understand that yes, it did happen to us, but the depth of my grief is different, and my experience was also physical, and different, and we are different, therefore my grief is different.
I wish time would stop, and my 3 yr old would stop growing older, and bigger, and more independent. I wish there were more children in my future, to help to fill some of the emptiness in my heart.
I wish I could stop thinking about me, me, me.