Being a mom can just simply be painful and I am not talking about the labor pains or stepping on the errant Lego left on the floor. I am talking about the pains felt in that mysterious region in your chest. I hate to see the pain in my children's eyes when the pain is caused not by a physical injury but an emotional one. It is these moments that I realize watching them hurt cuts me into. My oldest has gone through his first broken heart experience with another girl. I have a crazy urge to scream at her and ask her why she would ever treat him in such a way not because I don't like her but because she has hurt him so deeply. There is nothing more painful that watching your son feel unloved by the person he gave his heart to.

I can remember not to long ago, okay it was at least two decades ago, that hurt that was accompanied by a break up with well we will call  him James to protect the innocent. I remember nights of tears and longing that felt as if it would swallow me whole. I remember the confusion of not understanding what I did wrong and feeling unloved.  I didn't realize at that time that the one God had chosen for me was still out there and I would meet him within the year. Of course, even with this wisdom under my belt I can't take the hurt away from my son. I can't even seem to convince him that there will be others who will love him and care for him in a way that he can't even imagine. So that leaves me the greatest tool I have left in my box since my vast wealth of wisdom is totally ignored, I will pray. I will pray for healing of his heart and that he doesn't hide it from others. I will pray for the woman who will love him so completely that he will not even remember that his heart was ever broken. I will pray for peace and understanding only a loving God can provide and I will even pray for the young lady who broke his heart in two. That she continue to grow and mature and one day find the man that will bring out the best in her.