The Sweater

When I was pregnant with Nathaniel, I had purchased a purple sweater from Old Navy. It wasn’t anything special. It was a non-maternity sweater but I bought it as it was very roomy in the belly and was looking forward to wearing it when my belly got bigger. It was the first piece of clothing I had bought for what would be my changing body.

When we lost Nathaniel, I couldn’t look at it anymore so I put it in our guest bedroom closet. Seeing it reminded me of what I had lost. When we got pregnant again with Grace, I thought, ok this time I can wear it again. The sweater never came out of the closet with Grace.

Yesterday, I finally took this sweater out and wore it to a conference at my work. To most, it was just another piece of clothing. To me, it was a symbol of hope. It was a symbol of how far I have come. When I was using the restroom at the conference, I started tearing up. I’ve wanted so long to be able to wear this item of clothing with a miracle growing inside of me. And I finally got the change yesterday, a chance I’ve been wanting for so long.

I never knew wearing just a simple article of clothing would be so emotional and hold such meaning to me.