Today an amazing woman, who’s daughter went through exactly what I did with Nadav, told me a story.
In the Jewish faith, there is a belief in a form of reincarnation. That our time on this earth is meant to fix something.
Jews believe that a child who chooses to leave this world early, is a holy soul with very little left to fix. In the case of stillbirth, a child who chooses to leave that soon is a “Tsadik” – a righteous soul.
The womb that carried that child is considered holy – with an extraordinary amount of love.
You guys all know that I’m more pastafarian than anything else. I’ve also been told the first part of that belief before – I’ve been told that Nadav’s soul was a righteous one. I always dismissed it as a load of bunk and not much of a comfort.
But something about the way this woman said it. She said: You didn’t make him leave. He left. It happened. You didn’t make your water break, it just broke. His righteous soul chose to leave your loving and holy womb.
Something about this rings true to me, though I can’t quite put my finger on why.
All I know is that I feel a little better today.