The holiday season has just faded, and with it, two very familiar types of announcements have been flooding social media over the past couple of weeks: engagements and pregnancies.
So here’s to “that” momma.
You may know her, or you may not. She doesn’t broadcast the reality of life growing in her belly—but she carries a VERY real hope for life growing in her heart. The truth is, she probably had a holiday announcement planned just in case, and now seeing everyone else celebrating their “little gift” feels like a punch to her womb, a reminder of dreams delayed and hopes unmet.
SIS, I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
Here’s to that momma…
The one who is still waiting. The one who has grieved the miscarriage of a life she loved before she even held it. The one who already has children but longs to give her husband a child that carries his DNA. The one who has had to undergo a hysterectomy before having the chance to birth every child her heart desired.
I raise a glass to that momma.
The one staring at a single, cruel line on a pee stick. The one with a heart full of love for children but facing the heartbreaking reality that she may never have her own. The one grieving quietly. The one exhausted from trying, on the edge of giving up, questioning God, and wondering why life is so hard.
I am here to take that momma by the hand and say: SIS, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Many of us don’t talk about it, but today, I am here to celebrate YOU.
You are STRONG for not giving up.
You are PATIENT for waiting through the uncertainty.
You are a WARRIOR for grieving, for surviving, for living despite the pain.
You are HOPEFUL for looking at “no” and trying again, month after month.
You show us how to FIGHT for the deepest desires of the heart.
You show us that even when the answer is no, a mother’s heart can reach further than biological DNA.
You teach us that our identity is not defined by a womb, but by being a WOMAN—and that we can continue to OWN our lives even when our bodies fail us.
Most of all, YOU ARE SEEN. YOU ARE CELEBRATED.
Here’s to that momma… I honor all that you are. You are loved. You are worthy. Now go out there and be fabulous.
Love,
“That” momma
