Mother's Day

Sunday should have been my first Mother’s Day. I should have the cutest little girl crawling around and exploring her surroundings the way 8 month old babies do. Instead I sit here with empty arms, an empty womb and a broken heart.

 

Although I have healed and accepted my situtation and this ever lasting journey I still cant help but shed a tear for the dreams we had, the dreams that died, and the baby that was called to heaven before we got to see her little face.

 

I run a page on Facebook called “The Dream of Being Called Mommy and Daddy” along with three of the most amazing women I have ever come across. One of our supporters posted this poem on the page and was reposted and forwarded to me by Hannah. I read it at work, against her advice, and now have tear streaks running down my cheeks and watery tired eyes for the loss that I endured and the beautiful little girl of mine that is in heaven. It’s a good cry though…

 

Happy Mother’s Day to you all, for the moms with babies in heaven and the mom’s with babies on earth. We are all Mothers.

 I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today
I asked "What makes a Mother?"
And I know I heard Him say.

"A Mother has a baby"
This we know is true
"But God can you be a Mother,
When your baby's not with you?"

"Yes, you can," He replied
With confidence in His voice
"I give many women babies,
When they leave is not their choice.

Some I send for a lifetime,
And others for the day.
And some I send to feel your womb,
But there's no need to stay."

"I just don't understand this God
I want my baby here."
He took a deep breath and cleared His throat,
And then I saw the tear.

"I wish that I could show you,
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile,
With all the other children and say...

'We go to Earth to learn our lessons,
Of love and life and fear.
My Mommy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.

I feel so lucky to have a Mom,
Who had so much love for me.
I learned my lessons very quick,
My Mommy set me free.

I miss my Mommy oh so much,
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow's where I lay

I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,
And whisper in her ear.
Mommy don't be sad today,
I'm your baby and I'm here.'

"So you see my dear sweet ones,
Your children are okay.
Your babies are born here in My home,
And this is where they'll stay.

They'll wait for you with Me,
Until your lesson's through.
And on the day that you come home
They'll be at the gates for you.

So now you see what makes a Mother,
It's the feeling in your heart
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.

Though some on earth may not realize,
Until their time is done.
They'll be up here with Me one day
And know that you're the best mom!"