Hallmark, television, and social media have convinced us of the way Mother's Day should look. A lovely meal with our own mother by our side, and all of our children and grands sitting lovingly around heaping praises upon our heads.
I read an article by a single adoptive mother in The Washington Post yesterday. A stark reminder of the many who do not live on the set of "The Walton's" nor "Leave It To Beaver". A mother who is doing her best to make a living, keep a home, and all the other stuff needed every day to keep your head above water and nurture and care for her daughter. Mother's Day was a stark reminder to her of parenting alone. Her daughter is five years old this year and still has not grasped the concept of honoring her mother. It will come--but during these intense years of heavy duty mothering of a little one---there is no thanks--no recognition--no time out. Instead there is another day of cooking the meals, shopping for groceries, cleaning the house, washing the clothes, giving the baths, and all the other day to day running on the mother's tread mill---it is just another day.
For all you moms who felt left out, over looked, or slightly disappointed with your special day, may I tell you, Happy Mother's Day. May I remind you of the great blessing of having a child---how ever they came into your world. May I speak to you of those sweet smiles, those special snuggles, those precious moments--which all say, "I Love You". May I assure you there is no gift comparable to the love we have for our children.
For all you moms who have lost a child, may I bless you and assure you I am praying for you as you endure another day without that precious gift in your life. May I tell you that I am asking for your sweet memories to be a comfort to you and the remembrance of that love to fill you with peace.
Most of us do not live Hallmark lives. I pray that I focus on those around me who might be in distress or dismay over a man made celebration. I ask that my eyes be open to those who are in estranged relationships with their mothers or their children. May I be always aware of those in pain and suffering and offer a helping hand, a friendly smile, and a listening ear. May everyday be a reminder of the special blessing of being a mother.