Mother's Day is beautiful for me this year. I am lucky to be the mother of an amazing, sweet, funny, beautiful, smart little 3 year old girl who is happy & healthy. I get to share Mother's Day with my loving husband and incredible daddy to our daughter. Both Jeff & I have our own mothers and even each have a grandmother this side of heaven to be thankful for.
I don't really know if they celebrate a comparable holiday to Mother's Day in South Korea. It is still a very strange thought to me that there are people somewhere in the world who have a beautiful granddaughter in Shay and don't even know it. A piece of me grieves this thought.
The fact that we are in the adoption process makes me think about how bittersweet Mother's Day must be for all of the birthmothers who have so bravely chosen adoption for their kids. To the birthmother of our potential adopted child, words cannot express the depth of our gratitude to you for chosing life, for making such a huge sacrifice out of the deepest love. If we meet and are able to build a relationship, I look forward to honoring you each Mother's Day.
This Mother's Day I take pause to think about everyone else who finds this day difficult.
As I mentioned above, Jeff and I both have our mothers to talk with, spend time with, share laughter with, etc. I do not think that losing a parent would ever be easy no matter how old they are. And so I think about all of those who do not have their mothers to spend time with or send a gift to on this day.
The women who cannot conceive, who wonder if they'll ever become mothers. I've spent a few Mother's Days in the past wondering the very same thing, hoping against hope. We were told last year that we had less than a 1% chance of conceiving. Even now, even after having had a biological child, even after a hellish pregnancy, even amidst a potential adoption that I am so excited about, a piece of me holds onto a little bit of disappointment that we still face infertility. My heart goes out to all of those struggling with the heartbreak of infertility.
I have a friend who is anxiously waiting to be able to travel to South Korea to pick up her adopted son after several heart-wrenching failed adoptions and infertility. I know she feels so much longing in her heart to be united with this precious little boy, especially on this day. I think about all those who are separated from their children right now.
One of my co-workers lost his wife during the birth of their first and only child. I think about all of the dads who face this day without the mothers of their children and of the men who lost their wives before they got the chance to become the mothers of their children.
I think about the child whose mother left for whatever reason who misses her every day but on this day in particular. I think about those estranged from their mothers, separated by the many heartbreaks of the world.
I think about the mother whose child is terminally ill. The mother who has lost her child or miscarried. I think about those who almost became mothers only to see that dream shattered.
I do not mean to be depressing. I just felt the need to remember, think of and pray for those who are lonely, hurt or grieving on this day. One of the best things I can do is to not take what I have for granted. If you are a mother, hold your child(ren) close and love on them. If you have a mother, let her know how much you love her if you are able to. Take time to encourage someone who may need the extra encouragement today.
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