I have always loved Mother's Day. For one, it is always such a beautiful day in early May. Secondly, I love to watch the baby dedication Mother's Day morning. I love what that dedication means: parents bringing their children before the church acknowledging that their child is a gift from God, and committing to raise that child in a Godly home. Then, each parent shares the life verse they have chosen for their child with an adorable picture on the screen. So precious! I have thought for years about choosing a life verse for my child. What would it be? Will I be able to choose? How special it will be!
This May marks four years of infertility. As time went on, I began to dread this beautiful dedication ceremony. Not because I didn't want to be there, but because I didn't want to make a fool of myself bawling like a baby. I know those of you who have walked this path can understand this. Each year, you watch and think, "I may be up there next year." Then the next year comes and goes.
This year was the first year in a while that I sat calmly and enjoyed the ceremony. I think that Russ and I have come to a peace. We certainly long for a child. But, we also rest assured in God's plan. When it came time to choose whether to take the next step in our infertility treatments, we were unsettled. Everything seemed so forced and frantic all of a sudden. This was a sign for us to take a break and WAIT. Wait on the Lord to direct our path. Wait on Him to open doors. Wait. Wait on His plan. Wait on His answer. We took this time...actually about a year now...to enjoy each other and this life we have now. For one day, we will look back and miss these days. As I watch friends have babies and second babies, I still long for that. But, I have a peace that I am not in control. This is the first thing that I have absolutely NO control over. And that's a hard thing for this control freak! But, I'm waiting. I am so thankful that God has spared me the drama, pain, and heartache that I once felt. I'm still heartbroken. Other than the teary eyed dreaming, I have not shed tears in quite a while. I have faith that in His time, He will bless us as parents. I've never wanted anything but to be a wife and mother.
Where did this peace come from? I'm not sure. Throughout the past year of "taking a break" from pills and ultrasounds and shots and blood work and temperatures and calendars, God has opened doors. Doors of information. Doors of opportunity. Opening our minds. I am very excited to see what God has in store for our family, and I pray that He make it clear to us which direction we should go. Please pray with us as we continue down this journey known as infertility. Please pray that God will continue to open doors and lead us in His ways. I am thankful for the lessons learned during this journey. I am thankful that this longing and waiting and wanting and praying will make me a better mother. I read this poem on Kelly's Korner a couple of years ago, and I thought I'd share it here.
Hopefully you will all understand and not take offense to this poem. I do NOT think this experience will make me any better of a mother than are you. But, I do feel that this experience will make me a better mother than I would have been otherwise. Please understand this before reading!
Thoughts on Becoming a Mother
There are women who become mothers without effort,
without thought,
without patience or loss,
and though they are good mothers and love their children,
I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics or money or because I have read more books,
but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
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.
- Author Unknown
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On another note, we had a pleasant Mother's Day in Corinth. Russ surprised me Saturday night by driving up from Jackson. He got off at the last minute. We were all very happy to see him. But, mostly, Mama was so excited that after weeks of trying to schedule a family picture...Russ was FINALLY off long enough to do it!

So, after a wonderful lunch prepared by Mama...I know what you're thinking! "It's Mother's Day!" Well, this is Mama's one request for Mother's Day every year: she cooks. No crazy busy restaurants. And we let her. After the lunch, we took our family picture. We weren't coordinating...well...because we didn't know about it ahead of time. But, I still think it's a great picture. Happy Mother's Day Mama!

Russ and I have been blessed with such wonderful examples of unconditionally, sacrificial, Christian, loving mothers. I can only pray to be that mother to my children one day.