My journey to motherhood started back on March 13, 1999, when Kirk proposed to me, and yes we are in the Dallas Cowboy T-shirts! On July 23, 1999, we were married. About two years into our marriage we wanted to have children; however, because of health complications we had a difficult time getting pregnant. Fortunately, in July of 2004, we became proud parents to Zachary, and this is when I entered into the spring of my life. His delivery and our first year was challenging, but he was such and still is a sweet little boy. Zachary is also full of surprises and Kirk and I learned that about him very early when arrived two months early.
On August 13, 2005, we found out that we were expecting again. We were very surprised because it took us so long to get Zachary. However, after the initial shock of having another baby, very shortly after having baby number one, wore off we started to get excited. Sadly, on September 13, 2005, we miscarried and that was a very sad and painful day. However, during that time God placed several people in our pathway both who are members of our church and people, who are not. I remember the meals brought to our home, the hugs, the flowers, the small gifts, the books, and the long conversations with people. The support we received during that time was amazing. There are times when I still feel the loss and the void, and even still get tearful when I'm reminded of that day; however, I take comfort in the knowledge that some day I will understand and know why this happened. Until that day comes, I'm so thankful and blessed to be Zachary's and Isabella's mother.
Finally, Isabella arrived to us April of 2008, my pregnancy with her was challenging and eventful, but when that little girl was placed in my arms I knew at that moment that I would do it all over again. Shortly, after she was born Kirk said, "Heidi can you imagine our family without Isabella?" I said, "no". We knew that this baby girl was meant to come to our family and she completed our family. The other day I read this article out of a newspaper about the seasons of life. Here is an excerpt that I really enjoyed it truly explains the purpose of motherhood. Happy Mother's Day
"I like to think I am in the spring of my life. I'm tending to my garden of children-helping them grow, making sure they have the love and support they need to grow into adults.
This is the time. This is my season.
This is not my season to focus on my career or myself. This is not my season to rest, or even to prepare for motherhood. That has passed.
This is the season to enjoy my children while working hard to raise them well. This is my season to teach them, to love them and to create unbreakable family bonds.
I cherish this springtime of my life. I know it will pass all too quickly and I won't be able to go back to this time and place. It's a moment unique in time.
Even though the work is hard and some days I wonder if I'm even doing anything right, I know this season is critical-albeit fleeting.
And just like that first miraculous daffodil pops open in the springtime, my children will blossom unexpectedly one day.
When that moment comes, I can only hope I've used this season wisely to shower time and love on my little garden."
--Erin Stewart
