Beautiful writing. I hadn’t named the aloneness that comes with motherhood, but that is so accurate and now that my kids are a bit older it’s giving me nudges of empathy to pray and connect with my friends who are still in the super early days. 🩵
It helps me so much to have this support from other moms in these seasons. I keep telling myself that someday, once all my kids are older, to not forget these moms of little ones!
I have been trying to be intentional about my time for solitude. Also I appreciate you sharing your raw feelings about the emotions of your unexpected pregnancy and all the emotions. There is beauty and renewal in the secret place. ❤️
As the mother of two daughters who have suffered through the heartbreak, physical pain of (unsuccessful) treatment, and the humiliation of infertility, it was difficult for me to connect with this writer’s viewpoint.
Heartbreak over the promise of new life is impossible for me to fathom.
It is a broken world we live in, where we have people who cannot get pregnant that desperately pray for this. This is heartbreaking also. Then there are others, like mine, who have had so many physically traumatic experiences with pregnancy and the early ages of baby-hood. For me, it resulted in major mental health issues, disability, a score of hospitalizations, and a trauma that places a heavy weight on the rest of my family, with little community or purpose in the process besides survival. To be clear, this is the heartbreak, not the new life being formed. (This child in this story himself is now a wild wonderful three year old).
I do understand mine isn't many people's experience, and try to be sensitive to this. I am sad with you for your daughters' experience. I can see why you won't be able to relate to mine.
There are extremes on both sides, but I believe both can lead us to experience God in these lonely moments.
I empathize with where you’re coming from, I also can see the writers experience. The beauty of writing is it allows us to share, reflect, empathize and respect that we al have different experiences.
I am reminded by your words that resting in God makes you something of an “ordinary mystic “ according to John Eldedge. There is so much meat in your words.
Beautiful writing. I hadn’t named the aloneness that comes with motherhood, but that is so accurate and now that my kids are a bit older it’s giving me nudges of empathy to pray and connect with my friends who are still in the super early days. 🩵
It helps me so much to have this support from other moms in these seasons. I keep telling myself that someday, once all my kids are older, to not forget these moms of little ones!
I have been trying to be intentional about my time for solitude. Also I appreciate you sharing your raw feelings about the emotions of your unexpected pregnancy and all the emotions. There is beauty and renewal in the secret place. ❤️
Thank you for reading and encouraging!
As the mother of two daughters who have suffered through the heartbreak, physical pain of (unsuccessful) treatment, and the humiliation of infertility, it was difficult for me to connect with this writer’s viewpoint.
Heartbreak over the promise of new life is impossible for me to fathom.
It is a broken world we live in, where we have people who cannot get pregnant that desperately pray for this. This is heartbreaking also. Then there are others, like mine, who have had so many physically traumatic experiences with pregnancy and the early ages of baby-hood. For me, it resulted in major mental health issues, disability, a score of hospitalizations, and a trauma that places a heavy weight on the rest of my family, with little community or purpose in the process besides survival. To be clear, this is the heartbreak, not the new life being formed. (This child in this story himself is now a wild wonderful three year old).
I do understand mine isn't many people's experience, and try to be sensitive to this. I am sad with you for your daughters' experience. I can see why you won't be able to relate to mine.
There are extremes on both sides, but I believe both can lead us to experience God in these lonely moments.
I empathize with where you’re coming from, I also can see the writers experience. The beauty of writing is it allows us to share, reflect, empathize and respect that we al have different experiences.
I am reminded by your words that resting in God makes you something of an “ordinary mystic “ according to John Eldedge. There is so much meat in your words.
I love that phrase, at some point I began realizing others might have thought I was a mystic, but I'm fine with that! Thank you!