The mothers of many. So very true.

Seth Adam Smith

"Sorrow" by József Rippl-Rónai “Sorrow” by József Rippl-Rónai

With Mother’s Day just around the corner, I can’t help but think about all those who are dreading its approach.

My heart aches for those who want to be mothers, but for whatever reason cannot.

I know a couple who struggled for years to have children, only to be met with bitter disappointment, time and time again. In an effort to comfort his wife, the husband would buy her a piece of furniture after every miscarriage.

One day, a friend stopped by their home and noticed their living room. “Wow, you sure do have a lot of furniture,” she said. “I wish we could afford all of this. But we just have too many kids; they’d ruin it.”

The wife did everything she could to hold back her tears. But as soon as her friend left she broke down and sobbed—on the furniture she didn’t want.

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