Mother’s Day is complicated and full of contradictory emotions.
There is the joy and celebration of new moms, proud grandparents and generations brought together. Tiny snuggles. Milestones recorded. Love abounding.
I celebrate with you.
There is the disappointment of strained relationships between parents and children. Poor communication. Regrets and resentment impacting relationships.
I forgive with you.
There are women longing to be mothers, but because of infertility or lack of a partner, they wait in longing for their own little miracle, keeping track of the passing of time.
I hope with you.
There are women who have lost mothers through death or abandonment. Who long for the perfect family, but experience an empty seat at the table.
I grieve with you.
There are mothers who have lost children. Little lives gone too soon. Empty cribs and unused toys remain as reminders of their tragic loss.
I lament with you.
If Mother’s Day has been joyful or sorrowful, I see you. I want to be able to celebrate the mountain tops of the joys of motherhood, to say a hearty thank you for all the immense self-sacrifice that moms do everyday without recognition. You are amazing. Thank you. And I want to acknowledge that this is not everyone’s experience. Some dread Mother’s Day. Some are reminded of what is not more than what is.
I see you.
No matter the age, stage, or situation for you this Mother’s Day, I wish you a day of hope and love and the sense that you are seen and known by the God of the universe in your joy and your pain.
You are seen. You are heard. You are loved.