Mothers Day I

Mothers day is the hardest day of the year for me (aside from Feb. 12th).  This year was no excpetion but I was able to skip church, the biggest torture on this day, and attend a wedding which helped me focus on family and friends.  I found this poem on a a blog that I follow and copied it because I thought it was sweet.


“Happy Mother's Day”

it comes around every year;
but when you have empty arms,
it's very hard to hear.

It's a day to celebrate a mother;
for all the trials she overcame;
and a reminder to an infertile
of her loneliness and shame.

But what really makes a mother,
Is it just conception and birth?
Or is there something more,
that shows a mother's worth?

It's putting your child first,
in everything you do;
it's sacrifice and determination,
and love and patience too.

An infertile woman makes all her plans,
around a child not yet conceived;
she loves them even though they aren't here,
more than she ever could have believed.

She appreciates and understands,
what a blessing that children are;
she works hard for just a chance,
that motherhood is not that far.

All odds are stacked against her,
and yet she still has hope;
everyday is another struggle,
finding ways to help her cope.

So even though her arms are empty,
she can still be a mother too;
So say a special “Happy Mother's Day”
for those waiting for their dreams to come true!

I had two different people come up to me on Mothers day and express that they knew it was a hard day for me.  I can't even begin to tell you how much that meant to me.  I don't mean to sound like Im having my own little pity party but, just so my readers know, it is so much easier to deal with things when you know you are not going thru it alone.  Their words of kindness and the idea that they had thought of me and knew my heart was breaking just a little bit that day were shining moments in my day.  So, thank you for the kind words (Racheal and Jim):  you truly lifted my spirits.