05/10/2026
Mother’s Day 2023 was my second Mother’s Day, but my womb and my hands were still empty. It felt even more tragic because despite the desperate hope that I would see two lines on a pregnancy test that day, I was met with a period instead. I sat in Church that morning hopelessly wrestling with God trying to understand how I could reconcile with the awful irony of starting my period on Mother’s Day. As always though, He knew what I didn’t. Just a month later, I took another test and was thrown into the most terrifying and exhilarating journey of a healthy pregnancy with my sweet Edith. If you’ve ever been pregnant, you know that you date the beginning of that little babes life with the first day of your last period. Every Mother’s Day since I get to celebrate the beginning of that terrifying journey to trust God and my body to carry her life.
I wish I could say that I was exhilarated, but I was so full of doubt. Even after she was born I held my breath, and did for probably an entire year. I want to say that loss robbed me, and I guess it did of now three babies I never got to hold in my arms, but I think it’s also made motherhood so rich. I’m always excited for new seasons with her, but I never wish away time. I savor every second I get with her, even the hard seasons. I see her through eyes that have seen grief, and through that lens, her life is so sacredly celebrated 🥹
