I distinctly remember the first Mother’s Day after I experienced my abortions. I can still picture the scene as me, my parents and my siblings loaded into the family minivan to head to church. As I think back to that gorgeous, Texas spring day, I can still see the sun shining brightly in the sky on that cloudless Sunday morning. I was 16 years old and couldn’t wrap my head around the aching that I felt in my heart that day. Of course, I didn’t talk about this feeling with anyone. My abortion experiences were a tightly guarded, shameful secret. So, to protect this secret I plastered a Texas-sized smile on my face and went about my day like everything was perfect! That perfect smile was pretty much how I handled every single Mother’s Day for about fifteen years.
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