I'm not really interested in using my limited space with a
captive audience to promo stuff like card holidays. It's not that I don't love mothers. It's not that I don't love my mother (I certainly do). It's not that I don't love being a mother (oh goodness, if I could
be nothing else, ever, that's what I'd take).
But Mother's Day can be a hard one, and I'm not sure we need to heap
pain on people in order to celebrate the blessings we have in our own lives.
There were some years when I couldn't wake up and go to
church on Mother's Day, because it hurt so much to watch her pulling her hair out over the antics of her toddlers or sighing
because the baby just spit up all over her clothes... again... or watching
her swelling belly. And I just
didn't know what to do with the potted flower that I was holding awkwardly,
while sitting in the
congregation and looking up through tears at the choir of moms (almost every other woman in
the room). But many of you already know
this story.
This morning I woke up with something different on my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with grief for
those who have lost their mothers. Maybe this kind of thinking comes with
getting older, I don't really know, but I do know this day still really sucks
for an awful lot of people. And I just
don't want to add to that.
I recognize that no one can ever replace a mother, especially
a good one, but may I encourage you to find someone who might need a hug... or
a word of encouragement... or a meal... or someone to lick their finger and
wipe the dirt off their face... and meet that need? OK...
maybe not the part about licking people...
L.
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