Oh Honey, The Woman That You Are
I thought I knew pain until I truly understood yours.
I thought I had measured the depths of loss, only to watch life ask even more of you.
I see so much courage in you. My own grief was hard, but you’ve carried a weight of grief that would have broken so many others.
Here you are, stepping into the fires, needles to needles, medicines and whatnot, choosing hope again and again, even when your heart has been bruised so deeply. How you manage to do it, I can’t even imagine.
I see in you a quiet endurance, the strength of a woman, and the most powerful love a mother can offer. I know what it takes to survive a broken hope. However, knowing you have held that same shattering pain, time and time again, makes my heart ache in a completely different register.
If I could take your pain, I would. But I see you’re much stronger than I could ever be. You’re the epitome of strength, not just of a woman, but of a mother.
You have sacrificed so much, but still managed to show people only the happiest you. Your faith is infinite, and your heart, oh, bless your heart, is too pure for this mean world.
If I could, I would walk right up to the gates of heaven and beg Him to let your angel go, to finally be in your loving arms. They don’t even know how much they are loved, or how many sacrifices you’ve made and are about to make, just to have them.
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When I read this quote, “If you want to know how valuable a baby is, just look at the lengths a mother will go to have one,” I think of you. No, no, let me rephrase that: I see you.
I see the woman that you are. The mother burning inside you. The infinite love you hold, waiting to give to your angels.
You are so brave. You’re the strongest woman I have ever met. I wish for your dreams to come true. I hope you know all this. I hope you know what a woman you are.
I despise the people who underestimate your sacrifices. I have been on that end. I was at my lowest, grieving, and then some people surrounding me underestimated and belittled my pain.
I am glad I am not alone in my journey. I hope you won’t feel alone in yours, too. I am here. I feel your pain. I know your longing. I see your sacrifices.
What a sight it would be if we could get our dreams at the same time. To finally see our arms holding that bundle of joy we prayed for for so long. If only, then I would be the happiest person. But I know life doesn’t work that way. I feel like I can wait a little longer for mine, just for you to have yours first.
Perhaps it’s my own little sacrifice, for you, the woman whose sacrifices are too much for this cruel world. It wouldn’t match yours, I know; yours is far greater. But what could I give up for you to have yours…
If only it worked like that…
Oh, honey, you’re such a woman. I am so proud to stand beside you.
