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I endured years of miscarriages before I was finally blessed. The heartache of that is a unique sort, and not many understand. However, there was one person who did, who knew exactly how I felt, and who never forgot me on Mother’s Day — my mother-in-law, Marie Tayler. She knew firsthand what it felt like. Once, after my fourth loss, I was visiting my in-laws at the same time my sister-in-law was visiting with her newborn. As everyone fawned over the baby, I choked back tears. Mom squeezed my shoulders and gave me a look that let me know she understood what I was feeling. On Mother’s Day, even though I didn’t have a baby to hold and was “only” a stepmother, she sent me lovely gifts. She was the only one, aside from my husband, to think of me. My last Mother’s Day gift I still treasure—she died a few days after. I’ve since had three children and I regret that she didn’t live to see them born. But I have a feeling she had a hand in my receiving such beautiful blessings from heaven. She always did send me the loveliest gifts.
Lynn Tayler
Frederick
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