I'm not sure I like that appreciation requires a special day set aside for it to be articulated.
I'm not sure I like all the excess of the day when really all I want is simplicity--some quiet, quality time with my sweet family.
And I'm not sure I like watching a dear friend--a sister, really--sitting silently by listening to Mother's Day tributes when she has been unable as yet to become a mother.
We have loads of words in the English language for grief over something that is lost, something that has passed out of our lives. But what about grief for what has not come into our lives, has not come into existence? How do you grieve something that is not? There are no words for the ache I feel for the women who yearn endlessly to be mothers. I am hopeful and prayerful for my friend--there is still time and possibilities. But I know of others whose door of possibilities has closed. And my heart hurts for them because I know that they hurt.
So when thinking of motherhood, I recognize that the fact that I am a mother is an extraordinary gift--not something I have earned or am entitled to. My children, by God's grace, have been given to me in trust. So as I walk through life I hold tightly my children's hands and also the hands of my friends--because walking comes easier when we have a hand to hold.
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