When you struggle to find your silver lining

My PM is always teasing me as a common phrase of mine is 'well there is a silver lining...' followed by a positive to be found from the the negative situation. I can't say I am always a 'my pint is half full' type of person but I do try to see the good in all situations as it is far to easy to become blue about things in everyday life like the time PM had a slight knock in his car and it had to go to the garage to be made beautiful again. As he stomped through the door, muttering and feeling very cross that his lovely car had a dink in it he demanded to know 'where's the silver lining in that?' While trying to soothe the metophorically bruised male I suggested that the silver lining was that it would be a good practise to see how we managed as a one car family before we actually had too (since I decided to give up work to look after out little man full time November is our D-day when we become a one car family). Needless to say it did very little to sooth the brow and I feel lucky that I got away with just a scowl! Other occasons have usually brought a smile to his face and occasionally when I have been really tested we have often ended up in tears from laughter! Now a dent in a mans pride and joy, his car, is a bit of a challenge and tough moment for any man who loves his motor but occasionally some events in life happen that really are genuinely difficult. After the excitment of finding out I was pregnant, I went into planning overdrive. I know it was rather soon to be discussing possible names and planning ideas for the bedroom but I wanted to make the most of it and enjoy every moment. So while on a sailing holiday to London, 10 weeks pregnant, I had a miscarriage. I was, naturally, devestated. All those hopes and dreams of a new life and addition to our family... gone. And there is nothing you can do to stop it. It is one of lifes mysteries to us mums to be and to the medical profession. So many pregnancies end in miscarriage in the first 12 weeks but it doesn't make it any easier. So there we were, in holiday in London having to get on with life when PM turns to ask me, 'so where is the silver lining in this'? Now I had by this time shed quite a few tears but this was a question that really challenged me. It was asked not in any ironical way, he was genuine in trying to understand the heart ache and feeling of loss and how, for once, was there any good from it? I did smile, rather weak and watery, but smile it was, and paused for thought. For once it was not a case of coming up with a quick and quirky response but I needed time to see if there really was a silver lining. So what was the positive from this? I was very lucky in the care that we were shown at St Thomas's hospital and I was grateful that as this was to happen it happened at 10 weeks and not 20 weeks. But most of all, we had our little man, if ever there was a reason to be happy he was it and for him a smile is shown, a deep and hearty laugh heard out loud, a hug felt and life goes on. Not the brightest of linings but one of the sincerest.