Last year around this time, only a select few had the knowledge that I was pregnant. I celebrated my first Mother’s Day in secret. This year will be vastly different – for obvious and numerous reasons. One of those reasons being you, mama. That’s right. I want to celebrate you.
For many, this holiday is beautiful. It’s the one day your children stop and thank you for being you (speaking from experience as the eldest of six kiddos). You’re the chef, the maid, the counselor, the fixer, the secret-keeper, the best-hug-giver, the safe place…you’re the hero. I know, I know, most (if not all) days you feel weak, unappreciated, fed-up or just done. As a grown kid turned mom, I’m here to tell you – your children SEE you. They recognize the sacrifices you make. They know that you would circle the earth (and then some) for them. They love you for you.
For others, this holiday serves as a melancholy, somber or difficult reminder. I will preface everything I’m about to say with this: I am not going to nor will I ever say “I completely understand how you’re feeling” because I do not. I am just a fellow mama who wants you to know that I am here – for you, with you, and no matter the case. If you’ve lost a baby, my heart aches for you. My own mother lost one of my sweet siblings and I can see the pain in her eyes every time his name is mentioned. You are a fighter and your baby loves you (earth-side or not). If you are in the process of trying to conceive (naturally or in vitro), you are incredible. You’re strong. You’re making sacrifices. You’re a mama. If you are in the beginning stages or the final round of fostering/adoption, keep on keepin’ on. Your heart is such a pure example of Christ’s love for his children. You are spectacular.
With all of that said, the goal of this platform will forever be encouragement. Therefore, this post is to and in honor of you – the moms. All of you mamas make me want to be better. You are good, kind and compassionate servant-leaders. You are forgiving, gracious and patient. You are courageous, terrific and tenacious. You are the hands and feet of Jesus. I am astounded by each and every one of you.
I would not be the woman I am without my mother. She is my closest confidant, my biggest cheerleader and my rock. She does every single piece of work and gets almost no credit. She is a fervent prayer warrior. She is completely beautiful. She is seemingly tireless and endlessly available. She has almost all of the answers (while pointing to Christ when she admittedly does not). She is a gloriously radiant human being with all of the marvelous qualities. I am so grateful God handpicked her as my mama. I could not imagine one single day without her presence.
So, thank you. Thank you for being the superheroes and warriors of this world. Thank you for being a mom. Happy Mother’s Day, you rad ladies.