I love my mother. I love being a mother. Becoming a mother has been my life's greatest blessing, and also helped me understand my own mother's love.
Mother's Day is a beautiful holiday, but also one that comes along with so many strong and difficult emotions.
It is a time to appreciate the strong women that raised us. For some women, it is a time to reflect on how our children seem to grow years older every time we blink. For others, it is a time to remember and mourn the loss of our mothers, or children. For many, it can also be a painful reminder of the children they hoped and prayed for, but were never blessed with.
My hope is that today you will hug your mother. If she is far, that you will call her and tell her that you love her. If she is gone, that you will think of her, look at photos of her, and remember her love and strength.
My hope is that you will kiss your children today. That they will give you dandelions and drawings of stick figures, or bird feeders made from toilet paper rolls. That they will let you go to the bathroom by yourself today, or better yet, not argue for a whole five minutes. That they will make you breakfast in bed. That they will call you from college and tell you how much they love and appreciate you first, before they ask for money.
To those that have lost children, my hope is that we will all take time today to pray that God wraps his loving arms around you. That He will provide you with a moment of comfort, even though every moment for you may be spent remembering and loving those lost. I pray that you will be reminded that because of Christ's sacrifice on the cross, you will rock those babies again someday in heaven.
To those that do not have children of your own, I say "It takes a village to raise a child." My child may not take the place of the one you don't have and your everyday kindness may not feel like much to you, but I can assure you, stranger-in-the-grocery-store-checkout-line, that every time you played peek-a-boo with my crabby child, you helped me raise them. I promise you, public school teacher, that by teaching my child to read, you helped me raise them. Woman on the airplane who smiled encouragingly at me as I walked a screaming baby up and down the aisles, soccer coach, Sunday school teacher, librarian, nurse, aunt, sister, friend... you helped me raise them.
I don't believe that a mother is defined by the children she carried in her womb. I actually believe that God wrote a far more accurate definition of motherhood.
As I sit and write this, my intent is not to drudge up painful memories, but rather offer comfort and hope to those who struggle to find it on days like Mother's Day. We all deserve to be appreciated, loved and celebrated today.
Below is a collection of some of my favorite mother-child images. Happy Mother's Day too ALL women!