For the mamas whose children are blessing them as I type this and the ones whose arms are aching to hold their child
And the moms that endured it all alone
For the first mamas whose child is being raised by someone else
And the moms whose child has passed away
For the moms that are in the thick of PTO meetings, and counselors, and PB&Js
Those with tiny little ones, medium ones, and ones that are bigger than they are now with lives of their own
For the mom's with children in the hospital
For those that sent off a child once and for all, to never live under the same roof again
And the mamas that brought a new child home recently
For all the moms that are dads, and big sisters, and step moms, and aunts, and great aunts and grandmothers, and foster moms
And the moms who feel isolated is a sea of dirty dishes, laundry, dust bunnies and bills, and the ones with support and resources at their fingertips
For the mamas who will get handfuls of wildflower bouquets today and those who will get macaroni necklaces and handmade vouchers for free hugs, and cards and phone calls and flowers, and breakfast in bed or breakfast out, or just a tiny or a big hand in yours
And the moms who won't
Moms come if so many forms and so many seasons. And about the only thing for all of them is that we all have one. Or maybe 2. Or more.
Today will be a joy and a blessing to many moms. And for others it will be a reminder that being a mom is often complicated and full of unexpected twists and turns, sorrow and grief, regret and repentance and longing.
Whichever type of mom you are or have, I'm wishing you a Happy Mother's Day! Being a mom can be rewarding. It can be downright hard. Being a mom can be fulfilling and frustrating, stressful, unrequited and it can leave you in tears. The big things are like with the biggest risks. Whatever season and situation you find yourself in today, from way over here I'm thinking of you and passing on my personal Happy Mother's Day to YOU! And I want to share with you my kindergartner's gift to me. Painted rocks. Shrinky Dink creations. Handwritten love letters. Poems. Mini cinnamon rolls delivered with such pride. Hand prints and a sweet song. All just for me. It was just an hour. It wasn't huge. But you can see by their HUGE smiles and eagerness that was more than enough smiles and love in it to share with all of you all!