“My tears have been my bread day and night.” — Psalm 42:3
They don’t see the worry in your eyes.
They don’t know the ache that hits your stomach when the phone rings late, or when it doesn’t ring at all.
They don’t understand how every sharp word, every reckless choice, cuts through you like a blade.
You have watched the little ones you once held —the ones you fed, prayed over, and sang to sleep —turn into adults who can wound with words, reject your guidance, or walk paths that make you want to scream or weep or both.
And yet… you love them.
Still. Always.
This is the hardest part of motherhood —not the diapers, or the school days, or the scraped knees.
It’s watching from the sidelines while they carry crosses you wish you could lift from their backs.
Or worse — watching them create their own crosses because they won’t listen.
Mary knows.
Her Son was perfect — and still, He was mocked, rejected, and crucified.
She could not stop it.
She could only stay.
Stay faithful. Stay present. Stay surrendered.
So must we.
You don’t have to be okay.
You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt.
But you do need to remember this:
Your prayers are powerful.
Your love still matters.
Your surrender is seen by God.
And your motherhood — even in this season of sorrow —is still holy ground.
Prayer:
Blessed Mother, my heart is full of sorrow.
I see my children walking paths that frighten me, rejecting what I’ve taught them, and sometimes rejecting me.
I don’t know how to fix it — and maybe I’m not supposed to.
So I place them in your arms, and I ask you to carry them to Jesus.
I unite this silent agony to yours.
Help me love patiently, speak wisely, and wait faithfully.
Jesus, I trust in You — even when it breaks me.
Amen.
This is an updated edition of a post originally published on Holy Beautiful Life
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