A Mommy in Waiting

To all of my fellow mommies-in-waiting, I know this is a tough weekend. All of the commercials on tv, all of the store displays... everything is a reminder of what we do not yet have. However, when our time comes, we will be amazing moms and cherish every single moment because of what we have endured. Know that even when you feel that you could not possibly be anymore alone in this journey, you are not. We are all in this together, and none of our tears go unnoticed. Even though it is hard, please do not give up. Hold onto your faith and hope, and remember this:

"But you—you serve your God and he'll bless your food and your water. I'll get rid of the sickness among you; there won't be any miscarriages nor barren women in your land. I'll make sure you live full and complete lives." Exodus 23:26 (The Message)

"He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the LORD." Psalm 113:9 (NIV)

Here is a poem that Kelly posted on her prayer blog that could not be more true:

I have longed and waited.
I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.

Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.

I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep,
explore,and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.

I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold, and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. 
My dream will be crying for me.

I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child.

Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love.

I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend, and sister because I have known pain.

I know disillusionment, as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell that many never face, yet given time, I stood tall.

I have prevailed.
I have succeeded.
I have won.

So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely.

I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth when life is beyond hard.

I have learned a compassion that only comes by walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life.

Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.

I love all of you ladies and if I could give each and every one of you a hug, I would. May God bless you all.

With love,

Britt