There’s a woman I know called Mom. She is facing some major life changes. Her oldest daughter will be walking down the aisle soon in a beautiful white gown. Her youngest daughter will soon be wearing a gown with a cap and tassel, as she graduates high school, then moving on to college. Right now, this mom’s life is a blur of preparation and excitement. But soon her house will be quiet as a new chapter of her life begins.
There’s a women I know called Mom. She is pregnant, expecting her fourth child. However, she knows very well that giving birth isn’t the only way for a family to grow. Her oldest daughter was adopted. Already expecting a baby when this little girl entered their lives, this mom has a great capacity to love, and opened her heart and home. Love defines motherhood, not DNA.
There’s a woman I know called Mom. She is married and has five children. She also has cancer. Fear and worry loom nearby as she ponders her future. But she is a fighter. Prayer and medicine are her weapons as she wages the war inside of her. Family and friends, from far and near, support her, cheer her, and pray for her. This is Love in action.
There’s a woman I know called Mom. Her own children are grown and out of the house, but she is raising her granddaughter. A shaken baby as an infant, the girl is now a teenager and has special needs. This faith-filled mom drives to multiple therapy appointments each week, changes diapers, and does whatever it takes, and does it with love.
There’s a woman I know not called Mom. After years of hope and disappointment, she had to face the reality that she would never have a child of her own. The dreams of motherhood never came true. But she has still touched the lives of children. She is a Super Aunt, sharing her love, caring, humor, and faith with her nieces and nephews. Cheering them on at their games, taking them on special trips, or going to a restaurant, these children, big and small, know how blessed they are to have her and what a special role she plays in their lives.
There’s a woman I met called Mom. I only spoke to her briefly, but her story touched my heart. She was sitting on the floor of a public restroom, crying, because she missed her kids. They were in foster care because she didn’t have a place to live. She lost her full-time job because she didn’t have a permanent address. When I talked to her, she was facing a difficult decision. She was working at the fair and was offered a position traveling with her employer. She would have a paycheck, and a place to stay, but under questionable circumstances with questionable people. This job would take her farther away from her children whom she desperately missed. Or she could stay where she was, without a job, without a home. I don’t know where fate led her, and I probably won’t ever know, but I pray for her, and the many other women with similar stories.
There’s a woman I know called Mom. She is also called Grandma, however, she is not the grandma she expected to be. Life has changed her plans. Her grandchildren don’t live close enough to visit often. Health issues with her and her husband prevent them from traveling much. Homebound, she waits for phone calls and the occasional visits, wishing they were more frequent. She is understanding, though, as she now watches her daughter tackle all the stresses and strategies of being a mother.
There’s a woman I know called Mom. She blogs after midnight when her family is asleep. The nighttime offers peace and quiet and no competition for the computer. However, it’s time for her to go to bed as she suspects there might be some Mothers Day surprises waiting for her in the morning.
Happy Mothers Day to all mothers, grandmothers, aunts, teachers, friends, and all who touch the lives of others!