I see you. You’re trying to be happy for all of you friends and family who’s kids are making them cards and buying them pretty presents.
You’re trying so hard to not ruin this day for anyone else. You don’t want others to see how painful this day is and make them enjoy the day less. You don’t want your boyfriend/ husband/ etc to feel guilty.
Every Facebook post is a knife in your chest. You’ve been dreading this day all year and it’s just as bad as you feared. You want to lay in bed and sleep until tomorrow is here, but you can’t. Other people would know how deep your wound is if you did.
Or maybe you have other children. They want to shower you with love and you melt with each hug, but you still feel the pain of the little set of arms that won’t hug you today.
I see you momma. I may have never gone through the awful pain of infertility, miscarriage, still birth, or the death of your birthed child, but I do see you. Your strength to keep going each day is inspiring – to me and to many others.
Maybe no one knows the pain you carry inside you. Maybe you’ve never told a soul and you try to carry on like nothing is wrong. But I see you. God sees you. He sees your pain, and momma, you’re not alone. His arms are around you with every step you take today.
Be strong today, momma. You don’t have to do this on your own. Let it out. Cry, scream, pray.
You can do this momma, and I pray for you every step of the way.