Dear Broken-Hearted Mama, 

I see you. I see the pain that so easily engulfs and the thousands of tears that have flowed seemingly without a place to go. I see you cleaning out the nursery where your baby was supposed to sleep soundly. I see you holding those clothes so tightly, wishing so desperately they were keeping a little body warm. Yet, they are covered in tears. You pack up all the boxes and stuffies and empty everything in the room. You look around and the room reflects your heart. Sweet friend, you are not alone. 

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I see you. I see you walking through Walmart and the feeling in your chest as you walk past the baby section. A few months ago that section filled you with joy and excitement. As you look now, you are reminded of the one who was supposed to fill them. So you push your cart past, holding back tears. Beautiful mama, that’s the feeling of a strong love.

A love so deep and a heart so broken. I see you. 

I see how hard you try to be happy for your friends. You are! You really are. However, deep down, your heart longs for your beautiful baby. You take a picture of all of your and your friends’ kids, but yet your heart knows who’s missing. I see you at the restaurant and someone asks how many kids you have, and suddenly you don’t know what to say or how to answer. 

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Sweet friend, I write this letter to tell you that you are not alone.

This journey is not one any of us would have chosen. It’s not one I would have ever wished we would have to walk, but dear friend, please don’t give up joy. Please don’t give up hope, and please do not give up on all the beauty this life has to offer. For I see you, and I pray for you.  

Love, 
A broken-hearted mama