Twenty-one years ago I received my first Mother’s Day gift. A small carousel horse statue from The Coffee Guy. Less than two weeks before, we found out that finally and truly I was pregnant. We took a trip north to the big mall where they had a maternity shop and bought a beautiful pink and white dress trimmed in eyelet. I remember using a provided pillow to mimic what I would look like in a few months. It was surreal and breathtaking. It was also a once in a lifetime experience. This was the only time I would experience a pregnancy. I know how incredibly blessed I am, I really do but that doesn’t keep me from the mixed emotions I experience this time every year.
My friends, today we honored our mothers and some of us received honor as well. For others, it was a day of sadness as well and to my sisters, I want you to know that you are loved, prayed for and not at all far from my heart.
The woman who knew that placing your child to be raised in another family would bring you untold grief but hope for a better future for your child.
A mother whose pregnancy ended too early or in tragedy.
The mother who through unimaginable sorrow had to pick out a casket far too soon.
The family who still aches over failed adoptions.
The person whose mother lacked the ability to parent.
The sister who is trying another round of IVF after the last IVF pregnancy ended in a miscarriage.
The young newlywed whose family has a history of infertility who had to sit as two friends whose children were unplanned, stand with the other mothers at church to be honored on Mother’s Day.
The list is endless.
While I was pondering this post, my cousin posted a blog that was written last Thursday. She says more clearly and concisely what my heart has been trying to say. An Open Letter To Pastors: (A Non Mom Speaks About Mother’s Day)
It resonated with me and I am happy to say, it was an incredibly popular post for this young writer. I hope that the message reaches churches loud and clear!
(I Can) Always,