Mother’s Day

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Mother’s Day.  Two words.  A myriad of emotions.

For some, it’s a fond memory of a mother on her knees in prayer, the smell of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the kitchen counter when you walked in the door from school, a compassionate kiss on the forehead feeling for a fever.  For some, it’s the memory of a hard-working mother who did her best even though her best wasn’t quite good enough.  For some, it’s the memory of nights lying awake in bed wondering why other kids had a mom and you didn’t.

For some, it’s a day of regrets as you look back at the ways you hurt the one who gave you life.  For some, it’s a day of hope as you look at the promise of a future in your own children.  For some, it’s a day of pain as you bravely endure another reminder of your empty arms.  For some it’s a day of mourning as you face your first, or second, or twentieth, Mother’s Day without your mother.

The truth is, Mother’s Day is more than just one of these emotions for each of us.  We all have fond and not-so-fond memories; we all have regrets, pain, and hope.  We all know there are things we want to say to our mothers but never will.  The truth is, we need this very special day.  We need to remember.  We need to laugh.  We need to cry.  We need to face our regrets.  We need to mourn.  We need to hope.

I believe EVERY woman is called to be a mother.  Some are called to be biological mothers; some are gifted to be adoptive mothers.  Some are chosen as adopt-ED mothers- the favorite aunt, the Sunday school teacher, the next-door neighbor.  Some are spiritual mothers- the ones that cover us in prayer and are the Titus 2 women in our lives.  Whatever kind of mother God has purposed you to be, do it with purpose.  Do it because the future generations need you.  Do it because there is hope.  Do it because there is the promise of a future for someone in your life.  Be a grandmother to a child who doesn’t have one nearby.  Be a spiritual mother to a younger woman who needs help with the busyness of this fast-paced life.  Be an adopted mother to a teenager struggling to find his way.  Make a difference in someone’s life.  They will be a better person because of you, and you will be a better person for having influenced someone for eternity.  And who knows, if you’ve done your job exceptionally well, they may just roll their eyes at you and say, “Thanks, mom.”

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