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Sunday, May 8, 2016

Mother's Day



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 wonder what we might do to love the motherless, today.

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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