This summer had been filled will many sun-filled memories I will cherish forever. From the first vacation, I paid for myself and to watch my kids grow up and be another season older. There have been many beautiful moments, however, in between these moments, my heart grew heavy. It became burdened as a mother, as I watched my wonderful summer pass. Still, for several of my dearest friends, it was heartbreaking.
This summer, two of my dear friends suffered miscarriages, another lost her newborn, and another lost her son, who was the age of my 8-year-old daughter. It happened so fast like a whirlwind of chaos, a summer that should have been filled with smiling new mommies and laughing children. However, the summer was filled with heavy and broken hearts, pouring out not just from these beautiful mamas, but from everyone who loved and cherished them closely.
It is through this heavy heart, I learned so much. Not just to be grateful for the moments I have with my children, but it also gives me moments to look back to a time when I, too, had a child, God did not let me keep. My first pregnancy, I lost Mother's Day of 2010. I remember the broken emptiness I felt and how I wished the world would just stop, just for one moment. I felt if I could have this moment, I could catch my breath; I could collect myself, maybe just a little as I felt my soul shatter, and my heart be left with a hole the size of the crater within it.
I named my lost baby Poppy. Because when I found I was pregnant, he was the size of a poppy seed. And I among my friends, and among many mothers, both single, as well as married with partners, as mothers, we know we love our children deeply. And these kinds of losses shake our world.
As mothers, God made us to love our children deeply. Through the chaos of working full time, part-time, or stay at home. We all work hard to give and love and provide everything we can for our precious little ones, both the ones we get to hold in our arms for years and the ones we never got to hold at all. God made our hearts to expand beyond ourselves.
And with these moments of truly significant loss, we as mothers can look into our hearts where we love our children and reach out to another in our times of stress, especially when it comes to the loss of our little ones. During these times, we not only time to heal, but a space to find peace and understanding. We need listening ears to hear our brokenness and be reminded we are not walking through this agony alone.
For these mamas, remember to be generous with patience and kindness. Go even farther for the stressed-out mother merely trying to keep her little ones alive and fed. Show compassion and understanding, because of the world, sometimes so little of it.
Life is so short and at many times, feels too difficult. But we have God who is so big. Who created us to be like Himself, to love deeply, have strong arms to hold closely, and big hearts to give generously.
So go out and hold your friends and family close and your children even closer. Weep with those in pain, and celebrate those with joy. Take a deep breath and find a moment to be still. Lean on God's understanding, and be on your knees praying for the peace and comfort for the broken and weary. We are all in this together.
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