During the message, our pastor said, "Moms, you get to be a mom!" That's when I cried a bit. Matt asked me if I was ok. Of course I'm ok, I get to be a mom. Before I was a mom, Mother's Day was never super hard for me, it was just as hard as the other 364 days that were hard. I don't think I ever skipped church, or cried during the service. I usually just cried at home, like I did the other 364 days.
Today, though, after I dropped the girls off at their classes, I got to carry two pink jackets into the service with me.
I've been infertile longer than I've been a mom so I apologize that I sometimes say in amazed wonder, "I get to be a mom." Or "I have a one year old and a two year old, wow."
I've spent the day with other moms on my heart, my mom, Matt's mom, the women who ache to be moms who aren't yet, and birthmoms.
It can be a hard day.
Today, for me, it's a good day. I get to be a mom.
3 comments:
beautiful.
so happy about that. and you're really good at it. i want to be like you when i grow up!
so sweet...so perfect! and SO glad you get to be a mom to two of the most beautiful little girls of all times!
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