Last weekend, Mother’s Day. A simple holiday. A weekend for the last several years, I have dreaded. This day, this weekend brings up hard things for me. Three miscarriages. Thoughts of our son’s birth mom. Thoughts of all the birth moms out there that chose adoption for their child. Thoughts of friends and strangers whose hearts ache on this day because they want nothing more than to be a mom. Thoughts to those who have lost their mom. Thoughts to those mom’s that have lost their babies. This day is hard. It is hard for so many. While others celebrate and are joyful, others are barely making it.
It is a bittersweet day for me. It is bittersweet because, I got my first mother’s day gifts and cards this year. However, my son is still half way around the world. My heart aches for him to be in my arms. I am a mother, but to a son I have yet to meet.
So while I celebrated, so much of me aches for our sweet Davis, part of me breaks for those that are longing. Know each of you are on my heart, know that you are in my prayers for all those waiting, wishing, and hoping to be mama’s. I hope this week brings a renewed hope.
“We have this HOPE as an anchor for the soul, FIRM and secure.”
Hebrews 6:19
by Rebecca Walker