A Letter to a Different Kind of Mother Christine May 10, 2013 Life Happens I’m a mother. I won’t read a homemade card. I won’t feel my child’s I-love-you-hug. I won’t get a Happy Mother’s Day text. With every well intended Mother’s Day tribute no one will know that I am a mother. This holiday is impossible to celebrate. As the Day grows closer I find myself drowning in anxiety and sadness. My heart filled with an impossible wish. I wish that many years ago when my soul was broken, I would have seen the Hope that was growing in my belly. I wish that my second Hope wouldn’t have ended so soon. I wish your little heartbeat could have been heard outside of me. I wish that the world knew that you both existed in me. Meghan and Little Leilani Lou. You are my girls. I am your mother. And this weekend we celebrate a different kind of Mother’s Day. If you’re a different kind of mother like me, I encourage you to read Heaven is For Real. It reminded me that I’m a mother and my girls will be happy to see me when I pass from here to there. 2 Responses Christine Mann May 10, 2013 oh Christine, I am so sorry for your loss. I too hurt during this season because I cannot have children. It’s my worst time of year 🙁 *hugs* Reply Regena Fickes May 11, 2013 Your little girls and my two little boys are waiting for us. I had 4 more children, one of these flew away also. We will see them again. God bless you. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.