Yesterday was mother's day. I always think about the other women out there who suffer through infertility. I went through that many years before I was finally blessed with my three children. (That's another great story.) My husband and I waited so long before knowing the excitement of even just "expecting." And when we finally felt that expectation of not one, but twins due, I had a miscarriage weeks later. And then it happened again, and again... In the midst of that painful time, I wrote a poem to help me put the loss into words. I shared it with my mother. Now and then she would ask me to say it again for her and would say how much she loved those words. She used to tell me that when she does go to Heaven, she'll get to meet all those grandchildren waiting for her. I like to imagine her, and my father now, there with their arms full of all those children who never had a birthday here. Today, in honor of missing my own mother yesterday, I'm going to post those words and hope that they will help others out there who came so close to celebrating Mother's day as a parent yesterday.