Mother’s Day
It is that time again, the time to honor our Mothers. It is a challenging day for some of us. It is a reminder that our Mothers are not with us. It is a deeply sad day.
I have never really enjoyed Mother’s Day. I love the idea of celebrating mothers; however, at some point we all must face the celebration day without the honoree. So how do you celebrate what is absent in your life?
Yes, sharing pictures on Facebook always makes the round. I cringe when I share them, but I share them anyway. I guess I do not want to be left out in sharing pictures of my loved ones. I shared a picture of my Mother-in-Law. She loved Mother’s Day. She was honored to be a Mother and relished the attention we brought to the day.
My Mother loved any day that was a celebration day. Birthdays, holidays and anniversaries seemed to be celebrated equally with her. Although Christmas was her specialty. My Mother loved to make people feel special on special days, Valentine’s or St. Patrick’s Day even. She was a unique woman. She was a woman with incredible faith and a heart for others.
Mother’s Day is hard to celebrate for me because my Mother was bigger than life at times. Proverbs 31:10-31 describes the perfect wife. But there are verses that describe my Mother and probably yours. “She is far more precious than jewels…She rises while it is yet night and provides food for her household and portions for her maidens (well maybe not the rises early part, but the awesome cook part)…She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong…She perceives that her merchandise is profitable…She opens her hand to the poor and reaches out her hands to the needy…Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come…Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.” All these verses apply to my Mom.
Allow me to tell you what I miss. I miss her twinkling eyes that you know she is up to something and cannot wait to see what it is. I miss our conversations, our one on one conversations. I miss shopping with her. (Those that know me now understand, it is her fault I love to shop.). I miss her cooking. But most of all I miss her hugs.
So today I honor the Mother I had, but also all the women who have been in my life. I honor my grandmothers and my aunts. I honor the older women friends I have had because they have mentored me. So tonight, I will raise a glass in honor of you “Mothers”. Cheers
