Tomorrow is Mothers’ Day. I am blessed to be one of those who hopefully will receive little tokens of appreciation for motherhood from my son and daughter. My son is still more than a little amazed that I have managed to keep all of his little Mother’s Day gifts for the past nine years. I promise I will keep them for as long as I have breath.
I recognize that this time is hard for so many people. There are a lot of women who wish to become mothers. Women who have tried desperately year after year to conceive a child. And year after year, those same women fight feelings of failure, pain, and disappointment when there is no second line on the test cartridge. I know the feeling well.
I pray that tomorrow is a beautiful day for you. Not because it is Mothers’ Day, but because you have made it to another day. I pray comfort and peace, a balm for your soul. I pray those who know your story and your journey will wrap you in love and friendship, not pity. I pray that those who are dealing with secondary infertility don’t hear the “at least you have a child” comments that disregard their pain. I pray those who have faced loss of a child don’t hear the “better place” and “for the best” comments that well wishers often utter unintentionally causing pain. I pray for those who are contemplating giving up, who wish to just stop trying all together. I pray comfort. I pray peace. I pray healing. I pray for all of you.
-K
