đ My Rainbow baby After the Storm: A Motherâs Reflection on Grief, Love, and New Life
- Latasha Harris
- 6 days ago
- 2 min read
Losing a child is the kind of heartbreak no parent should ever have to endure. When my son Eric passed away nearly 28 years ago, I was six months pregnant with my third child. Grieving and expecting at the same time was something I could have never prepared for. My world had shattered, yet somehow, life continued â growing inside of me, quietly and gently, as if to remind me that hope wasnât completely lost.
That life was Eriana â my rainbow baby.
A rainbow baby is a child born after the loss of another, symbolizing hope and healing after the storm. They donât erase the pain, but they are a reminder that joy and grief can coexist â that after even the darkest night, a new day can still rise.
Eriana came into this world carrying all the weight of my broken heart. I worried constantly. She had taken in so much of my stress in the womb, yet she arrived perfectly healthy. A beautiful baby girl, looking so much like her big brother Eric â a quiet gift from heaven.
We were beyond protective of her. Her big sister Erica was only 2½ years old when Eric passed, and she felt the loss deeply in her own way. Erica wouldnât let Eriana out of her sight. Sheâd speak for her, care for her, guard her heart the way only a grieving big sister could. Our family, though fractured by loss, began to stitch itself back together through this new, tiny miracle.
Now, all these years later, Eriana is about to turn 28 â the same number of years that Eric has been gone. Itâs a full-circle moment that brings tears to my eyes. She has grown into an incredible woman â resilient, nurturing, strong. Sheâs blessed me with my first two grandsons, continuing the legacy of love and light that Eric left behind. I look at her and see the strength of a mother, the grace of a daughter, and the soul of a warrior.
Eriana is my rainbow after the storm. Proof that even in grief, beauty can bloom.
At the Life After Loss Retreat, we create sacred space for mothers like me â women who are learning how to carry their loss and still live a full, meaningful life. Because the truth is, life after loss is not just about surviving⌠itâs about rediscovering yourself, healing in community, and learning how to live again.
To every mother who has lost a child and found love again â whether through another child, a dream, a calling, or a healing journey â I see you. I honor you. You are not alone.
đş Have you been blessed with a rainbow after your storm?
Letâs talk about it. Letâs heal through it. Join us this November in Bali for the Life After Loss Retreat â a sacred space for grieving mothers ready to honor the pain and embrace the possibility of peace, purpose, and joy again.
With love and light,
Latasha

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