This Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me, and I’m sure SO MANY of you can relate.
I am grateful to my own mother and celebrate her and everything she has meant to me through so many years and so many ups and downs of life.
I am a proud mama to one of the sweetest, spunkiest little 3-year-olds on the planet. It is a privilege to be her mother and one I hope I never take for granted.
I grieve over the little soul that I lost Mother’s Day weekend of 2018, when I learned I had miscarried my precious second baby–a baby who will be forever loved in my mother’s heart.
I am overjoyed at the new life growing inside of me, constantly moving and wiggling and reminding me that HOPE lives. I cannot wait to meet this little boy and see the ways he will change me forever.
I’m sure many of you can relate. Mother’s Day is full of conflicting emotions and I’m not sure what I think about that. I do truly believe it is a good thing to celebrate motherhood and recognize the often unseen work of mothering in our world. And yet…
And yet, so many struggle with infertility, loss, longing, hoping, grieving. May we recognize that Mother’s Day is so much more nuanced than a bouquet of flowers or a pretty sermon often make it seem. May we recognize that mothers are warriors in the trenches. May we recognize that women who have never borne a child may be putting in just as much effort to mother as those of us who have. May we recognize that “mothering” takes many forms and may look very different than we have been led to believe.
May we remember that motherhood is a journey, not a destination. May we understand that motherhood is a badge of honor and a burden of immense proportions. May we never underestimate the complexity of motherhood or try to place it in a neatly labeled box.
To all the mamas out there experiencing a bittersweet day, or year, or season: May we remember YOU.
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