But I want to take a moment to talk to the rest of the moms out there. The ones for whom today is a painful day. The ones who are separated from their children by distance, estrangement or loss. Those for whom today stings, a reminder that something that should be in their life is missing. And for those who would give anything to have already joined the ranks of motherhood, but are prevented from doing so for any reason. You feel most forgotten, because mostly, nobody knows.
Then there are others like me. I stand with one foot on both sides. I have my children. I lost one to miscarriage, too. I celebrate the children I can embrace. I still miss the one I have yet to meet. They do not negate each other. Having my kids doesn't erase the hurt of loss. I'm just okay with it being a part of me now.
It's hard to carry a mother's heart, especially when your life doesn't reflect it. That's okay. I have learned more about the heart of God as a mom, and I know that He, too, carries the hurt and loss of His children. He celebrates the ones who have embraced Him. He still misses the ones who don't know Him yet. When you cry for someone who should be in your arms, He gets it. If you have watched your children hurt and drift away from you, remember He has, too.
I don't know where you are or what your situation is, but He does. He understands you, my friend. The tears you cry land in His hands, because He won't let your grief spill unnoticed. It is my prayer today that you feel His love for you, and that He gives you peace with life for this moment, and at the end of all you feel, loneliness is nowhere to be found.
And for the love and sacrifice and growing and pain you have already given? That's what we moms do.
'Cuz we rock. All of us.