Happy Mothers Day to all the women in my life who give daily to their children. Who enjoy the love of a child, the heartbreak and the struggles. To sleepless nights, hospital stays and ER runs. To soccer games, piano recitals and dance classes. To snuggles, art projects and homework. To sacrificial love known only by a mother – Agape.
And, to all the mothers in my life to know the anguish of lost motherhood. To have carried a child for a week, a month or into life, only to… lose that child. I firmly believe there is no greater heartbreak in this life than the loss of a child; whether the loss came before your child took their first breath, or as you stood helplessly by as your child took their last breath.
And, to all the mothers who never carried, raised or brought a child into this world. Who know what it is to try, and try again, yet experience the “not meant to be” heartbreak. Who hear the words Happy Mothers Day and feel the stab of pain, that lessens over the years, but never completely goes away. But at the same time have been there to love and support other mothers as they raise their children. To stand in the gap in prayer and in place when called upon. To be the designated mother to many, if and when God sees fit.
To all women who have the eternal flame of nurturing, this is a day about who you are. To your very core, as God uniquely designed you. Designed you to care for, encourage and guide others to adultness, to wholeness and to Godliness. To all mothers, in actuality or in deed, shine bright and celebrate who you are.
And, to my mother … your light stills shines bright, never extinguished and never forgotten.
