Two words that evoke love or dread.
This weekend, mothers of all capacities will be celebrated. There are mothers to be and new moms engulfed in the glow of their newfound status.
There are also mothers mourning the unimaginable loss of children born and unborn.
This will be the second year without my mother. It will also be the first Mother’s Day I spend without the company of my children.
When my husband asked me what I wanted to do for Mother’s Day, my answer was, “lay low.” A day that once brought about fun memories with my kids now makes me keenly aware that Mother’s Day is painful for many.
Yet, I distinctly remember one thing my mother said to me over twenty years ago.
“I will always be your mother and I will always love you.”
And she did.
The love of a mother and its bonds are strong.
It withstands life’s pains and problems. It allows grace for failure. A mother’s love suffers much. It restores confidence with a word and offers support in silence.
A mother’s love evolves and bends, but it never completely breaks. Maybe that’s why there is no other like a mother.
Celebrate your mother by heeding her wisdom and mothering those in need when you can. You don’t have to literally be a mother to teach, guide and love like one.
And If you’re like me, who would do well to merely reappear when it’s over, I challenge you (and myself) to smile over memories and good times once shared.
Give thanks for the women that love and nurture you.
Mothers, step-mothers, grandmothers, godmothers, sisters, sister-friends and aunts.
Other mothers who listen to and encourage you.
Show them love while you can.
Be considerate and wise.
Celebrate and give thanks for the great women in your life, past and present.
Even take a moment to celebrate you.
Happy Mother’s Day.