Really, I don't blame them.
Usually it's because they are not yet mothers themselves --but want to be one more than anything in the world.
Sometimes it's because they didn't have a very good mother.
For others, it's because their mother has died.
Whatever the case, I can understand their feelings of pain, doubt, frustration, and loss. It isn't difficult to understand because the need for motherhood itself, in my opinion, is completely innate. Motherhood is an eternal, tangible, piercing love that is hard to comprehend completely. It is one of the best ways for God to take care of each of us.
Mothers are needed. They are wanted; and this is what usually causes the pain.
It's that simple, really.
But what is the joy without the sorrow?
So, today (and tomorrow, and forever), I would like to pay tribute to my Mothers. How I love them all!
To her mother and my father's mother:
To my husband's mother, and his grandmothers:
And to my newest baby, who will bring me just as much joy:
My mom is a neverending song in my heart of
comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words
but I always remember the tune.