My heart has been heavy this week for mamas with babies who have known nothing but Covid. Those of who have had to go to doctors appointments and ultrasounds alone. Who have given birth in hospitals with no visitors. Who have felt isolated in a season when they were looking forward to leaning on the help of others and felt like the birth of their child wasn’t celebrated because the whole world was thinking about something else. For those who have dear family members who have never gotten to meet their children, and for those experiencing the overwhelming loneliness that many mamas raising babes in isolation over the past year has felt.
My heart goes out to the whole generation of children now who have never seen a stranger’s unmasked face. Whose entire lives have been hand sanitizer and isolation. For the little ones who have never had a playdate or even been inside a coffee shop.
This past year has been hard on everyone, but it’s been a special kind of hard for you, mama. And I wish there was something that could be said to make it better, but there just isn’t. You’ll never get this time back, and it’s okay to grieve that. But know that, no matter what, you’re doing an amazing job and you’re a wonderful mother. Thinking of you and sending you all of love in the world, mama.