BLOGGER TEMPLATES AND TWITTER BACKGROUNDS »

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Infertility on Mothers Day



“Happy Mother's Day” it comes around every year;

but when you have empty arms, it's very hard to hear.


It's a day to celebrate a mother, for all the trials she overcame;

and a reminder to an infertile of her loneliness and shame.


But what really makes a mother, Is it just conception and birth?

Or is there something more, that shows a mother's worth?


It's putting your child first, in everything you do;

it's sacrifice and determination, and love and patience too.


An infertile woman makes all her plans, around a child not yet conceived;

she loves them even though they aren't here, more than she ever could have believed.


She appreciates and understands, what a blessing that children are;

she works hard for just a chance, that motherhood is not that far.


All odds are stacked against her, and yet she still has hope;

everyday is another struggle, finding ways to help her cope.


So even though her arms are empty, she can still be a mother too;

So say a special “Happy Mother's Day” for those waiting for their dreams to come true!


-RS



I hope my readers have had a super blessed Mother's Day today! What a special gift He has blessed you with. =)


Share with me in the comment section what you and your family did, what gifts you recieved, etc?


Bless you ladies <(((><


~ Dawn

2 comments:

Michelle-ozark crafter said...

Did nothing here although Jack treated me to sonic happy hour. He says I am Sylvia's mom! LOL! Love and huggles dear heart.

Kaira said...

I have 4 boys (14, 9, 8 & 6} and they all made cards for me. I posted about their cards on my blog today. My husband made my favorite breakfast and took care of all the clean up. He bought me a ticket to Relevant, a christian blogging conference and he bought Quiddler, a game I have been wanting, for the boys to give me. My husband had to work and I have had a nice day at home. I'm listening to the sounds of the boys playing outside, appreciating them as a special part of the little boy years. When our oldest plays outside, it is silent. The growing up of children hurts.