Mother’s Day



Today is a special day for our family. Today we take the little one to the temple to have him sealed with us forever. It is in these quiet moments that I weep.  I love that little baby more than anything. I have always loved him. The moment I laid eyes on him, I wept. He was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. I knew right away I was meant to love him and take care of him. I am a mother. I am a mother.  I am HIS mother.

Yet through my joy this weekend, I know there is a very special mother who will have empty arms this Mother’s Day. I am ever mindful of her. And her love for my little man. Once again, I feel the sacred responsibility to give this baby “both his mother’s love.”  I am honored to share the title of mother with her. 


For Me.

“There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better in a sense. I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child. I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed. I have endured and planned over and over again. Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams. I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me. I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life. Yes I will be a wonderful mother.” Author Unknown


I saw this quote today and loved it. It sums up my experince with our little guy thus far.  To my mommy friends…you are all wonderful and fabulous parents and this isn’t to mean that I  don’t think you love or appreciate your children. I know you do- in fact, I love them too!  This is simply and selfishly for me and for my “different” journey to motherhood.