the days that are hard on a mother’s heart

Today is one of those days. The days that you really dislike waking up to, the days that you know will be hard, the day where you know your momma’s heart will hurt.

I’ve gone through days like this — last winter was so hard while my sweet Samuel was in and out of the hospital finally getting diagnosed with Celiac Disease. And now, today, Hannah is having surgery on her ankle, and even though this is an elective, and yet very needed, event, today will still be hard.  I know how painful it is to wake up from orthopedic surgery (I’m giving myself the pep talk for mine next Monday). I keep telling her that it will feel awful, and that she will doubt why she did this, but that with hard work she will feel good again, and she will be able to dance ballet again.

It’s still hard.

It’s those days where the tears sit right there behind the momma’s eyes. Where you work so hard to keep them from falling so that you can be strong for them. I know she’ll do great. I know it.

So today, if you think about it, would you say a prayer for my Hannah? I have already been praying for the surgeon’s hands and that he wakes from a good night of rest. I pray for the staff and the nurses and that she can feel Jesus’s presence in that space.

My momma’s heart? It will hurt for my baby (she’s still my baby), but it will be strong. That’s what we do as moms — we give, and give, and give. And our strength, my strength, cannot be rooted in me, but rather must be rooted in the Father. So that is my prayer. For His strength, and wisdom, and peace.

Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10

That’s my prayer.