A Mother's Day Letter to the Women in Waiting
Mother’s Day can be so complicated.
For many, it’s a joyful celebration of the women who raised us or the children who made us mothers. But for others, maybe for you, it’s a day that feels tender and heavy. A reminder of what you long for. A day that somehow feels both hopeful and heartbreaking.
I remember during the years I was walking through infertility, I would whisper to myself, “By next Mother’s Day, I’ll be a mom.” And then the next Mother’s Day came… and I found myself saying the same thing again. The ache of hope deferred is so real—it makes the heart sick, just as Proverbs 13:12 says. But the verse doesn’t end there. It goes on: “…but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.”
That verse lived in my bones. I held onto it when I had nothing else to cling to. Even when hope felt paper-thin, I knew I had to fight for it. And God, in His kindness, would give me little glimpses—small reminders that He saw me.
One year, at Church of the Highlands, they handed out seed paper with flower petals pressed inside. I remember thinking: These flowers just need water to grow. And I need hope to grow. That small, fragile thing was my water. On other days, it would be seeing a sweet family at the park, or watching a baby giggle in their mother’s arms at church. I’d think, If the Lord can do it for them, He can do it for me too.
If you find yourself in the waiting this year — in the longing — I pray you meet someone or read something or see something that helps you believe those words again: He can do it for me too.
The road to motherhood isn’t always straight or easy. It’s marked with grief, silence, longing, and waiting. But it’s also marked with beauty, even in the in-between.
However this day finds you, I want you to know you are not alone. The Lord’s plan for your life is far better than the one you could ever dream up or imagine.
If I can ever be a resource or listening ear to other women who are walking through this season, I’m always honored to be that friend.
Alex