Yes Mother’s Day is hard for me. Very hard.
Mother’s Day is an emotional minefield for some women.
I’ve gingerly tip-toed this day for 38 years. I know it’s pain, treachery and discomfort.
But this post isn’t about me. This is for you, female friend. It’s for women I’ve never met. I’m offering you an understanding heart that identifies with your hurt and a path to release that can make you feel better, relieved and peaceful. I’m writing you today from a heart not yet fully healed from the scars of adoption relinquishment. But I desperately want to be. Like you, I’m working it out. Becoming healed.
Maybe you’re a mom whose felt death’s dagger cut your child or children away. Whatever the means, your loss is personal, permanent, stinging. It could be you’re a birthmother separated from your child through the adoption process.
You could be dealing with the pain of infertility, a single woman longing for…
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