For my friends who are missing their own mom, separated by too many miles.
For my friends who have recently buried their mother, and have to face this day without her for the first time.
For my friends who are mourning the unbearable loss of a child.
For my friends who find themselves in an untimely pregnancy, confused and unsure of the future.
For my friends who are praying without ceasing for a Godly husband and children to call their own.
For my friends who are clinging to motherhood as they face a uncertain diagnosis.
For my friends who are longing to see a little pink plus sign this month. We’ve been there.
For my friends who gracefully bear the weight of mother, father, and provider for their children.
For my friends who held their child for only moments, and for those whose children passed through this world as quick as a breath.
For you, my friends, I will remember the struggles and the heartache of this Mother’s Day. Yes, I will celebrate my own innumerable blessings, but I will also remember. Bless you.
Thank you, Amy. I wish I could find more words.
Bless you and thank you – for such kind words.
I’m one who lost her mom five years ago (when I was 19).
And we’re waiting for that plus sign.
Mother’s Day is a tough one. for now. {And many people don’t seem to get that.}
Oh, Emily. I truly can’t imagine!
Amy, this is beautiful.
This is beautiful! Do you mind if I re-post this (and give you credit and a link back, of course)?
I’m honored.
I do want to be careful about SEO for both of us, though, so if you could just reprint a couple of lines and then link back to the full post, that would probably be better. Thanks!
No problem! I’ll do exactly that. Thanks again!
Thank you for this…I did the same type of post, because I remember how I used to feel about Mother’s Day…it was very painful.
Very beautifully written!
So touching…I have so many friends going through these circumstances.
Thank you. Thank you.
I saw a BFN yesterday after a fairly hopeful cycle of IF treatments on our journey to add baby#2. I held my little one a little tighter yesterday (as much as you can a wiggly 2 yr old).
Ah, yes. I remember loving on my 9 month old when we had the miscarriage. Thank goodness for those babies!