A Blessed Mother's Day - Joy with a Hint of Sadness
I am truly blessed this Mother's Day. Not only do I have my own awesome Mom, but I have a wonderful mother-in-law. I also have an amazing grandmother and grandmother-in-law. But of course what makes this day extra special is that I finally have a little girl of my own. I prayed for you, my little bright-eyed wonder and God has blessed me with you!
As grateful as I am for all of my blessings, there is still a bit of me that is sad. After being diagnosed with PCOS when I was 20 I knew that it could be difficult, if not impossible, for me to become pregnant. Since then Mother's Day has always made me a bit sad and wistful- not just for myself but for all the other women who would love to be a mother and have their own child but do not, for any reason. I have had friends struggle with infertility and miscarriage. Others have lost their babies not long after they are born or even much later. I cannot imagine the hurt they carry. So, no matter how rough my day is with Olivia I try to be mindful of how much I longed for her. It doesn't always work, but usually I find myself amazingly grateful to have her, screaming, spit-up, and all.
So while I will celebrate my blessings this day with real joy, a piece of my heart is with my friends who cannot fully celebrate. I pray today, for all of the women in my life, but especially for you who are hurting. If God does not give you the desire of your heart this day, I hope you can find His peace.
As grateful as I am for all of my blessings, there is still a bit of me that is sad. After being diagnosed with PCOS when I was 20 I knew that it could be difficult, if not impossible, for me to become pregnant. Since then Mother's Day has always made me a bit sad and wistful- not just for myself but for all the other women who would love to be a mother and have their own child but do not, for any reason. I have had friends struggle with infertility and miscarriage. Others have lost their babies not long after they are born or even much later. I cannot imagine the hurt they carry. So, no matter how rough my day is with Olivia I try to be mindful of how much I longed for her. It doesn't always work, but usually I find myself amazingly grateful to have her, screaming, spit-up, and all.
So while I will celebrate my blessings this day with real joy, a piece of my heart is with my friends who cannot fully celebrate. I pray today, for all of the women in my life, but especially for you who are hurting. If God does not give you the desire of your heart this day, I hope you can find His peace.
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