It’s mother’s day birth mommy. In the midst of celebrating and being honored, my heart hurts for you. It started creeping in last week as I considered what the weekend would hold for me… knowing your arms would be empty.
My greatest gain comes at your greatest pain.
I thought of you all day, birth mommy. I honor you in my heart and know that you are the one that carried the sweetness that fills my house.
Every moment I get to enjoy, and even those that drive me crazy, they were meant to be yours.
How do you say thank you to someone that never meant to lose? My heart is torn.
I’m filled with thankfulness for this space in life filled with pink and purple, giggles and curls – a dream I never knew I had. At the same time I know this was your dream but life’s hard road took it from you.
Something in me feels this isn’t fair. I know this wasn’t the way the story was supposed to go. God’s plan for family didn’t look like this… somehow I want you to know that. This wasn’t always his plan.
It feels wrong. In all the drama it’s easy for you to look like a sinner while I look like a saint. I know this isn’t true. We’re both sinners… and I know your heart is good. I see it when you look at your girls, when you give them kisses to keep and hope they remember your love for them. Even on my best of days I feel undeserving… wondering if I can ever love them as much as you.
I remember looking in your tear filled eyes and promising I will do everything I can to love and protect them. I remember your eyes birth mommy. They were windows into a hard life, a broken heart and a selfless act of surrender. You have loved them deeply.
In the moments of Mother’s Day, when I squeezed out one more kiss from baby girl, hugged two twins and celebrated this new-found role of motherhood, through my own tears I see you. I see you in their eyes, and the way they store up kisses. I see you in their personalities and in the way they fight back.
I see you and I love you birth mommy – because I know you love these girls as much as I do.
I don’t know how the rest of this story will unfold, but I want you to know, every year that we celebrate with these girls, I promise to see you, to remember you and to know that you were mommy first…and for that reason, I love you more.
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