January 30, 2020

Part Of My Heart Will Always Be Wherever My Children Are

When you become a mom, you become a heart donor. From that moment on, a piece of your heart goes walking around outside your body.

It's not that other things and people—a spouse, jobs, friends, callings, passions, goals and dreams—don’t have your heart, too. It's just that your children have written their names on pieces of your heart in indelible love.

Because of this, part of a mom's heart is always where her children are.

When my children were little, my heart was often in my arms or on my lap or wrapped around my legs while I was trying to make dinner.

Then it was at a school desk or on a bus or at a friend’s house for a playdate or a sleepover.

Now that my children are a teen and a young adult, my heart is, at various times, walking across a university campus or teaching 4th grade. 
At other times, it's lifting weights in a gym or setting up a first apartment. It’s often in a car, on a road I pray is safe.

Sometimes—the best times—all of my heart is in my living room.

Depending on where their own children are, other moms' hearts are in other places right now, I know.

Somewhere, there is a mom whose heart is in another room in the same house...only a few physical steps away but many emotional miles away.

There is a mom whose heart is on the job, in an office or a shop or a factory.

There is a mom whose heart is on a military base.

There is a mom whose heart is in a hospital room.

There is a mom whose heart is in heaven.

There is a mom whose heart is in a house across town or halfway around the world, maybe raising other little hearts who also have this mom's heart.

There is a mom whose heart is someplace she does not know, because she does not know where the child who has her heart is.

There is a mom whose heart is at home, waiting for her child to come back to her.

Many times since I became a mom, I've commented that I don't know where my mind went. But I know where my heart went. I know where it is. I know where it will always be.


  1. This is just what I needed to read today, my friend!! Such timely words for this mama's heart.

    Earlier in the afternoon, I had a phone conversation with my older daughter who's a freshman at college. She's talking about going to a friend's house over Easter break instead of coming home. I know it's all part of the process and I knew this moment would come...but change is hard. I SO love those moments when all four of us can be together, and I realistically know that they will become fewer and farther between as the years go by.

    Reading this just helped me to remember that you and other moms understand these feelings and the hard parts - as well as the glorious ones - that come with our babies growing up.Thanks for encouraging my heart as you shared about your own.

    1. Oh, my friend, thank YOU so much for this lovely comment! I share those feelings of your mama heart...it IS so hard, even when it's also good and right! Ah, the constant sacrifice of motherhood: wanting what is best for our children even when that best breaks our hearts a little. Hugs to you, Tracey...and here's to looking forward to that next moment when all the pieces of your heart are in one room together! xoxo

  2. My youngest daughter recently told me I was a mother with many hearts, and she was right. Four of them are on the loose outside my body. Sometimes it's painful, but I'm grateful for my many hearts. Great post!

  3. Its very heart touching in this emotional moment one should always be positive and pray god!
    any one looking for relocating themselves to a new destination to start a new life do visit our page Moving company in Hyderabad


I'd love to hear from you! Feel free to tell me what you really think. Years ago, I explained to my then-two-year-old that my appointment with a counselor was "sort of like going to a doctor who will help me be a better mommy." Without blinking, she replied, "You'd better go every day." All of which is just to say I've spent some time in the school of brutal honesty!