Skip to main content

...late post...

happy mother's day....

to the women who love their children from the moment they are born, and for the ones who slowly fall in love with their sweet little ones, like a beautiful slow waltz.

to the women who have given birth, when things went just as planned, and to those whose entire pregnancy went against all odds, sometimes scary and sometimes trying, but working towards the perfect crescendo.

to the women who prayed for a miracle and got it, and for those who are still praying, and still waiting.

to the women who believed that life with children would be one way, and were shocked when it wasn't, and to the women who were somehow realistic with their expectations from the beginning, but were still surprised by the challenges and the beauty.

to the women who have adopted or fostered, to the ones who have the special heart to love a child as their own, and the wisdom to know that when she has the ability to do that, that child truly is her own.

to all the women who have carried to delivery, and to those who only knew their children from within the womb, and to those who have raised children to later say goodbye too early.

to the women whose strength and confidence is inspiring and honest, to the ones who are open about their struggles, their losses, and their lessons.

to the women who have mothered children through their teaching, their fields of service, their volunteering, their medical expertise, their relationships with their nieces their nephews and their family friends.

we are grateful for the sacrifices, the love, the prayers, and the wishes.


and to the women whose time has not yet come, it will. and it will be amazing.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

new list

here's to a new year: here's to the four seasons covered in snow, and rain, and sunshine, and falling leaves, and flurries once again, reminding us of God's craftsmanship and the necessity of change here's to the quiet moments of introspection and solitude, of restfulness and peace here's to the loud clashing of deadlines and due dates, of fears and failures here's to the trials and tribulations that test our character and force our discovery here's to a world that embraces thoughtfulness and charity and truth here's to a community of believers that will witness and help and believe and love here's to the lives that we are yet to meet and hold and to the ones we will part with as we whisper goodbyes here's to the future heroes that have not yet chosen their path and to those who have not yet grown weary of doing good here's to those who are sinking in desperation finding hope and acceptance and life ..... here's to our litt...
Post a Comment
Read more

Six.

You are six years old. And I will be forever thankful that I have known you outside of my womb for this long, that I have gotten the chance to watch the beginnings of your unique and dynamic journey, and that every single day our family has gained something special from you being in our lives. You are six years old. And I love so much of what that means. The parts that make me smile with the confidence of knowing you are still a small child. The parts of being six that make me take a deep breath and just soak in the moments of your innocence. You are six years old. And I hesitantly accept the parts that I do not completely love. The parts that make me look at your daddy with trepidation in the middle of one of your stories or questions. The facets of this age, of this growing up, that make me wince and tense up and struggle with letting you go. I know that you are only six. I see the way your face brightens when you point at a full moon or the proud smile when you re...
Post a Comment
Read more

conversations.

i find myself thinking a lot about the condition of this world, of this nation, and of the hearts of man.  i just open my eyes and really look around or open my ears to truly listen, and i cannot help but face the reality of evil. the reality of corruption. the reality of prejudice. the reality of inequality. the reality of bigotry. the reality of entitlement. the reality of self-righteousness. the reality of immorality. the reality of sin. i have struggled with the presence of these realities for a significant part of my life, and  maybe to some degree for all of my life. but now i struggle with them beyond my identity as a woman, or a child of immigrants, or an educator, or an indian-american, or a Christ follower. i struggle with these harsh realities as a mother. you see, we are trying our hardest to raise three people who will one day change their world. i believe that they can, and i pray that they will. these three little girls have hope in their souls and e...
Post a Comment
Read more