a day specified in honor of those who have birthed us,
those who have cared for us,
those who have raised us.
those who have loved us like no other human being on earth can.
my very first memory in life, i am under 2 years old, holding my mothers hand.
i’m standing in a house, surveying the wallpaper and bright blue carpet of our soon to be childhood home.
i’m reaching my little hand way up to hold my mothers.
she’s talking to a woman about the house, and i look up and see her pretty face, and i see her tummy round with the baby soon to be born.
and, that’s all i remember of that day.
but, i can see it like it was yesterday, and not the 33 years ago that it was.
it’s not a profound memory.
and, i’m grateful that it’s not a bad memory.
but, as i relive that memory tonight, i am emotional.
a mom who has stood by my side for all these years.
a mom who has ‘held my hand’ through thick and thin.
a mom who, even though she is 1,200 miles away, i can count on.
a woman who has birthed 5 children
a woman who is the grandmother to 9.
a woman who has stood by my father for almost 38 years of marriage.
a woman who has risen above many a hard circumstance to become who God wants her to be.
a woman who has stood by family members through life and death.
a woman who has loved and lost deeply.
a woman whom i love more now that i’m a mother, than i did when i was not.
my favorite memory of Mother’s Day since becoming a mother myself is from 2 years ago.
it was the Sunday we dedicated Brent to the Lord before our church family and friends.
it was a Sunday when i felt the sting of the great separation of family because of distance.
it was a Sunday i felt blessed and honored to have named this little child after 2 men who have shaped his parents lives in ways we don’t even fully understand.
it was a Sunday when i was still feeling the effects of a newborn and the struggles of nursing.
but, it was Sunday when i relaxed and enjoyed.
it was a Sunday that was filled with blue sky and sunshine.
it was a day of not so much me being celebrated, as it was a day of me celebrating
this gift that is motherhood.
this gift, that, tho’ it wears me out like no other job i’ve had, is truly the best gift i’ve ever been given here on earth.
the incredible responsibility and privilege to raise and nurture these 3 little souls from Him.
Happy Mother’s Day, and happy day of celebrating the gift that it is.