The ache is still there...

This may be my 7th Mother's Day, but the ache of my heart for the years prior is always within reach around this time. I'm not much of one for Hallmark holidays, as I call them, but those years were painful. I still remember cooking in my kitchen wondering if little feet would ever come running in to grab my legs. I recall longing for sleepless nights, stained clothes, and toys all over the floor. I promised I would never complain. I promised I would cherish every moment. I've broken those promises as tiredness, selfishness, and frustration win out at times. That saddens me, but I know I'm human and raising children is exhausting and trying...and yet, it's the best job I could ever have. 

So on Mother's Day eve, my heart is full and yet the ache is still there. I know many women are dreading tomorrow...they long for a child, they miss the child they won't get to hold again, they miss their mother who is no longer on earth, they miss not having the mother they longed for yet never had.  Tomorrow will be excruciatingly painful for many while others bask with their cups overflowing...

I pray God holds them all close...and that they feel it.