Mothers, nationwide, take a break from cooking and cleaning, even receiving breakfast in bed, a meal out, and "coupons" from Dads and kids to cash in at a later time for chores.
As all mothers, I suppose, I was looking forward to these perks.
After all, I waited many years to celebrate this day.
Year after childless year, Mothers day mornings often found me standing in front of the mirror, with grief-filled tears running down my face, willing myself to be strong and go to church anyway. It's been three years now since we brought our babes home, and those nine years of waiting seem like a world away.
Mothers Day is a day to be thankful, celebrating the miraculous joy of life and family.
This year, we attended church with my mother-in-love and my husband surprised her by being one of the several people to publicly affirm and praise their mamas. It was wonderful. There were many joyous tears.
but then, things took a turn in my heart...
The pastor (he was a groomsman in our wedding, so these words are absolutely no criticism of this stellar man of God whom we call friend - just to make that clear!) - in his sharing about mothers, he made reference to the women of the Bible who exemplified selflessness and sacrifice by "giving up" their sons to the purposes of the Lord. Hannah brought Samuel to the temple where he was then raised by the priest Eli. The mother of Moses, to save his life from the Egyptians who sought to kill all baby boys, placed her son in a basket made of reeds into the river, where he was found by the Princess of Egypt and then raised in the palace.
Hannah. Moses' mother. The pain of their sacrifice. Oh Jesus. My heart.
the rest of the service is foggy. my mind became consumed with one thought...
|photo credit of Ethiopian woman and baby: peasblog|
On this day, we honor mothers of all ages for working hard, for not giving up, for pouring out agape love, for being the ultimate encouragers, and for bringing tough love when needed. We honor single mothers. We honor soon-to-be mamas and hope-to-be mamas. But, sitting in the service this day, everything within me wanted to stand up and shout with voice cracking and tears streaming, "Don't forget about HER! My babies would not even be here without HER! We must honor HER too! Wherever she is."
I restrained myself... but still, I want to honor her. But how?
The best I can do is honor her in my words to E-man and Baby Doll. I will say, in varying depths as they're old enough to understand, "Your first mama must have been such a wonderful, strong, resilient, beautiful, talented, intelligent woman. Because I see those qualities in you. She must have loved you very much." That's how I will honor her. I will esteem her and speak well of her country. I will give honor where honor is due.
Mothers Day is not what I dreamed it would be.
But it's the way it should be.