Perspective

Sunday was a hard day for me. While at church I was standing in the hall next to a lady pregnant with her ninth child. She kept sighing over and over, rubbing her belly, groaning, basically begging me to ask her something about her pregnancy so that she could tell me how miserable she is. I'm definitely not in a place yet where I can listen to anyone complain about being pregnant. I stood there silently hoping she would give up on me and move on. My hope sank to the ground as another woman standing nearby took pity on her and asked how much longer she had. 5 weeks was her answer. Quick math in my head.... I wouldve had my baby in 5 weeks. My eyes went to her belly. My belly would've looked like that. My eyes began to burn, I blinked back the tears determined not to cry. My thoughts returned to the conversation going on in front of me just in time to hear the woman say this "the worst part is this baby is constantly moving. I feel his little kicks and jabs all day and all night". Ouch. Was she seriously complaining about feeling her sweet baby moving inside her? Confirmation that the baby was alive and well? My resolve weakened and tears began to freely flow down my cheeks. I tried to walk away without being noticed, went in the bathroom and had myself a good cry. As my due date looms closer my emotions are very much at the surface. At that moment I was so frustrated with that lady. What I wouldn't give to be in her position, feeling my angel moving inside of me. As the week hasgone on i now have a little more understanding for this sweet lady who is just tired. I definitely complained during my pregnancies. But now I have a different perspective on things. Maybe that's one of the many reasons I was given this trial, to be more mindful of others. Keeping on the subject of being more mindful of others, Sunday is mother's day. A day I have honestly been dreading. I know that seems silly. I have two sweet boys I am the mother of. Why dread it? Honestly it's hard to explain. But it also makes me think of the other sweet women in my life that this day will be hard on. My mother in law who will be experiencing her first mothers day without her own mother. A few friends who aren't yet married, haven't had the opportunity to start families yet. A sweet friend from high school who lost her mother to skin cancer her senior year, friends who have infertility problems and haven't been able to have children. While us mothers celebrate that day, I hope we can also be mindful of those who have heavy hearts that day, and to ALWAYS be mindful of those around us. *side note, my inlaws are flying in on mothers day so it will end up being a good day for both of us. Our goal mama... No tears, well just a few, then just smiles and joy for those we still get to enjoy on this earth :)