Finding my Grief In The Bread Maker: Decluttering to Let Go and Accept Yourself
(This Personal Post References Baby Loss)
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The Bread Maker
I used to make bread in my newly married life, almost twenty years ago. A treasured family member gave us a bread maker as a wedding gift. The scent of fresh baking bread wafted through my happiness almost daily, my smile even wider after I learned I was pregnant. I was going to be a barefoot mother, earthy and pure, loving and kind, with the aroma of freshly baked bread looped around me.
When my baby was stillborn in late pregnancy, for very complex reasons that are still hard to make any sense of, our world shattered. Perhaps we didn’t have the right people around us, as we grieved alone, while everyone else carried on.
I kept making bread.