Tag: support

Our hope is that these words help you, comfort you, and break through that isolation to remind you that you have a community of mom-friends who have been there, who have suffered through those unending negative pregnancy tests, and who have made it to the other side, in one way or another.

But I think you’d be surprised there are ways to help and love a friend in need without taking all day to make a gourmet meal, or watching someone’s kids for a week straight.

Let’s be the moms that start this movement. Let’s be the moms that show our kids the grace that other people need. Let’s be the moms the other moms can count on.

This season of motherhood can be daunting. The days are long. Patience runs thin. Free time is rare, and the effort to connect with friends is sometimes more energy than what is left in the tank at the end of the day.

The truth is that once you lose a baby, you are not the same. Each of your children, whether they make it to babyhood, childhood or adulthood, changes you. And while you have been rocked, changed, rearranged and never to be the same again, by their loss, something you never wanted, the change that happens in you doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

She needed my love and friendship, my advocacy, and my empathy. I learned that this was really all you can do for your friends. She promised me that it was enough. I hope it was.

Yes, you - precious mom friend trying to hold it together today. Yes, you - my other dear pal trying to balance life without kiddos. You both are so special to me. We all have so much in common, and yet so much not in common. No worries, my lovelies, I will not pretend to know what it is like to be you, I will not pretend that I know what it’s like to be in your shoes. For the sake of our autonomy as women, I cannot. I will not.

Five years ago when I was 3 months pregnant with my first daughter, my mom passed away. Just like that, she was gone. It was the worst day of my life, it felt like the world caved in on me. What was supposed to be the happiest time of my life was clouded by the sad realization that I was going to experience motherhood without the person I needed the most by my side. I naturally always imagined that she would be there when I had my own children, it was unbearable to accept the fact that I had to do this without her.