Once
a year we put one day apart to celebrate Mothers day.
A day especially for
Mothers.
Between
all the - thank you, the hugs and kisses, and gifts, there is a lot of pain.
The pain of barren unfulfilled Motherhood.
When
everybody is celebrating the joy of being a mother and child there are
undetected moments of sighs and tears in the corners of eyes. Moments that
pass, but the pain in the hearts of these women takes years to heal.
How
many years can a woman wait and hope? Unfulfilled keep on waiting and hoping? To
accept at last that nothing is going to happen… to go through all the options;
all the painful motions and – nothing.
The baby room still quiet and empty.
Mother’s day is no chocolate heart day for such women.
But one day – in heaven – we will understand why Mums
with empty arms and hearts full of love had to stay empty handed.
And children – sometimes praying for a mother – have to
go to bed alone some nights.
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