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A little over three years ago I knelt before a row of flickering candles in a church I didn’t belong to and said goodbye to a baby I didn’t have. A baby who had lived inside me for nine short weeks. Whom I’d loved. Whose future I’d begun to plan. Whose little beating heart had begun to claim mine. But who was gone. I wasn’t going to be a mother after all.
So if, this Mother’s Day, the cards, and flowers, and random things that have turned pink, serve only as a cruel reminder of what you’ve lost and what you’re not, know this: you are one of us. You performed the ultimate selfless act of letting another human being use your body so it could live. And the fact that it didn’t live long, that it couldn’t stay, doesn’t make that act any less the act of a mom.
The love you felt for that little beating heart, isn’t any less the love of a mother. The dreams you dreamt for who your child would become, weren’t any less the dreams of a mom. The worries you had about whether you’d be a good mother, the fear that gripped you in the night when you thought you might not be able to do this, weren’t any less a mother’s fears. Your heart isn’t any less a mother’s heart.
I’m not going to tell you your day will come. Because, the reality is, it might not. I don’t know what your future holds, and nor do you. Only God knows that. But I do know that now, in this moment, just as you are, you belong at the moms table.
Wherever you are this Mother’s Day, whoever you are, whatever your story, I’ll be thinking of you. Sending you my love. Praying for your little ones. And for mine. From one mother to another: Happy Mother’s Day.
originally posted by: infolurker
This made me tear up and thought I would share. This isn't a political thread or an issues thread so let's keep that out for today. God bless those of you that have found themselves in the same situation of the author of the article sometime in their lives.
This touched something in my heart.
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A little over three years ago I knelt before a row of flickering candles in a church I didn’t belong to and said goodbye to a baby I didn’t have. A baby who had lived inside me for nine short weeks. Whom I’d loved. Whose future I’d begun to plan. Whose little beating heart had begun to claim mine. But who was gone. I wasn’t going to be a mother after all.
So if, this Mother’s Day, the cards, and flowers, and random things that have turned pink, serve only as a cruel reminder of what you’ve lost and what you’re not, know this: you are one of us. You performed the ultimate selfless act of letting another human being use your body so it could live. And the fact that it didn’t live long, that it couldn’t stay, doesn’t make that act any less the act of a mom.
The love you felt for that little beating heart, isn’t any less the love of a mother. The dreams you dreamt for who your child would become, weren’t any less the dreams of a mom. The worries you had about whether you’d be a good mother, the fear that gripped you in the night when you thought you might not be able to do this, weren’t any less a mother’s fears. Your heart isn’t any less a mother’s heart.
I’m not going to tell you your day will come. Because, the reality is, it might not. I don’t know what your future holds, and nor do you. Only God knows that. But I do know that now, in this moment, just as you are, you belong at the moms table.
Wherever you are this Mother’s Day, whoever you are, whatever your story, I’ll be thinking of you. Sending you my love. Praying for your little ones. And for mine. From one mother to another: Happy Mother’s Day.
originally posted by: Sillyolme
I had the unfortunate experience of announcing a pregnancy to co workers back in 82 when another lady had just announced hers. She lost her baby. It was rough because I wanted to be happy but somehow felt guilty around her. Like bumping into her literally in the ladies room. She had been ahead of me by almost two months and when her due date came around it was bad. Until I left there I never mentioned when it was my son's birthday so she wouldn't be reminded.
originally posted by: dfnj2015
When it's father's day can we talk about all the sperm that's been lost? Thanks.
originally posted by: dfnj2015
When it's father's day can we talk about all the sperm that's been lost? Thanks.