My Journey to Motherhood

There I was, sitting in a cool crowded room waiting to start choir practice on a hot Phoenix morning when it hit me and hit me hard. I wasn’t ready for it and wasn’t expecting it. It was like getting punched in the stomach. I lost my breath. A good friend of mine just announced to the room with a blank shocked look on her face that she was pregnant. She didn’t even want to be pregnant -that was obvious. I, on the other hand, had been quietly trying to get pregnant for over two years and nothing. Not a blip on the radar.

I hate that moment – the moment you can’t control your own emotions. The tears welled up so fast that I couldn’t contain them. How awful would it be to burst into tears while everyone else was congratulating the happy couple? I quickly stood up and tried to make my way out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible. Which felt impossible, of course. I shimmied out of my row, pushed through the crowd in the front and hit those last few steps almost a run. I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t want to steal their joy. I didn’t want to be embarrassed. Stupid tears!!!

While the choir room at Phoenix First Assembly was crowded, the massive sanctuary was dark and quiet. I actually think I might have ran outside first but I can’t remember, its all a blur. What I do remember was a good friend of mine who saw me and within seconds was by my side. She must have caught the look on my face (or heaven forbid, everyone else did too) and came after me. She asked the dreaded question, “Are you okay?” and with that the emotional dam broke. All the pain, fear, doubt and disappointment of the previous two years came pouring out in that ugly cry where you can’t hardly talk through your breath gasping cry.

She listened and so gently put her arms around me. She did the one thing I didn’t know I needed. She just held me. With tears streaming down my face, I told her how forgotten I felt. Like I had become invisible to God as I watched all those around me get pregnant without even trying or within a month of trying. I didn’t even realize how much I had interpreted the inability of getting pregnant as rejection by God until the words tumbled out of my mouth.

I also didn’t realize that I didn’t need to bear it alone. I know, I am stubbornly independent like that. I didn’t want everyone to know. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be okay. It was in that moment sitting in a dark quiet sanctuary that I realized I a good friend to listen, pray and walk with me through the dark shadows of my journey as well as the sunlight ones. Thank you, Raquel for your arms and ears, your heart of compassion and prayers. My burden become lighter that day because I shared it with someone who cared.

As Mother’s Day approaches, I can’t help but think of that moment ao many years ago. The emotional pain takes it toll and is real. Infertility can be such a lonely place to be because you don’t want to steal anybody else’s joy.

Statistics show that 2.1 million women are dealing with infertility (have been unable to conceive for 12 months in a row) right now. Fertility problems strike one in three women over 35 and one in six couples are infertile. For a generation that wait to get married well into their late 20’s and early 30’s, infertility becomes a relevant issue and effects all of our lives.

The good news is that God walks with you on your journey, whatever it is. If you are in the midst of infertility, you are not forgotten and join the hall of fame of women who God used to bring a child of promise into the world: Sarah, Hannah, Elizabeth and more. If infertility has not impacted you, you can be the arms, ears, compassionate hearts and prayers for someone who is.  I didn’t need Raquel to understand what I was going through, I just needed her love.

After trying for five years, I was surprised to find out that I was pregnant with Justin Ryan Grasso. His name had already been picked out from a dream I had during the first year of trying to conceive and on May 4, 2000 that dream literally came true. Kyle Robert Grasso followed 22 months later and I was elbow deep in dirty diapers for what felt like decades.

Today I wanted to share with you my journey to Motherhood.  I treasure the day now but never forget to whisper a prayer for those who have yet to arrive or have lost a child since.

There is no guarantee that our journey will be easy. We are only promised that we do not journey alone.

The Lord is close to those whose hearts have been broken.
He saves those whose spirits have been crushed. 

Psalm 34:18 NIRV

He heals those who have broken hearts. He takes care of their wounds. 

Psalm 147:3 NIRV

Laugh with your friends when they are happy; share tears with them when they are down. 

Romans 12:0 MSG

Here’s is the picture I used when I posted this blog years ago of my two little miracles, Justin at 12yrs and Kyle at 10 yrs old. 


And here is a more recent one. 

Justin just turned 17 & Kyle 15 years old. 

Wherever you are on your journey, my prayer is that you are encouraged today and realize that you don’t have to walk it alone. 

10 thoughts on “My Journey to Motherhood

  1. amy says:

    hello Mrs.Cindy! my name is Amy and I am one of Grace’s student… just wanted to stop by and let you know that i do enjoy reading your blogs! Happy Mother’s Day yesterday!! :p

  2. Jocelyn says:

    Of course!!! God knows our future that is for sure. My in-laws and husband had to fight to get her and they had no idea that 3 years later I would come into her life!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ I can’t imagine it any other way! ๐Ÿ™‚ My five children each complete our family!!!

  3. Jocelyn says:

    June 30th, 1998. I was wanting to go back to Phx. for my 2nd year of Master’s Commission. For whatever reason I wrote something small about how I wanted to be a mother in the future. Who knew that that was the day my future daughter was actually born! She is now 13 years old and I’m so blessed to be her mother! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • cindygrasso says:

      So beautiful,Jocelyn, thanks so much for sharing. Can I use that in a message someday? It is such a sweet testimony of the little moments that are become precious realizations of God’s love and touch in our lives ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. pastormason says:

    Great testimony of faith and perseverance! May God bless and comfort all that are believing for children of their own.

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