I know mothers day can be a terribly heartbreaking time for married people trying to have babies. Weddings are also “heartbreaking” for individuals who are single and want to be married. I used to hate them, for that reason.
What I’ve come to realize is that I they will come regardless of my feelings, and I need to celebrate with them, because I trust and believe one day, God will fulfill the desire he gave me for a wife. And I look at it with expectation of, “Their love is a preview for me to see what I’ll be experiencing.”
I know one can easily dismiss what I’m saying as though I can’t relate, but I can’t get away from the fact that God doesn’t want me to be upset during celebrations of what which he loves, and that he ultimately is controlling everything to something we can never imagine.
Myself, my sister, my Godson, most of my cousins, Samuel, Issac, and John the Baptist are all examples of children born from women who had a tough time getting pregnant, and if their moms hadn’t had a tough time getting pregnant, none of us would be alive today.
I write this for two reasons. One, to share with you something it took me 27 years to realize – I can look at celebrations of things I want to do as a reminder of what I don’t have, or with expectation of what I will at some point eventually have, no matter how hopeless it may appear. And secondly, to remind everyone that days like mothers day are tough for individuals who want children, and don’t have them yet.
Cheers and Be Blessed!