There are many moms who don’t find much to celebrate on this holiday – those who keep the home fires burning while their husbands are serving their country in far off places – moms who raise their families while dad’s job requires him to travel – moms who have lost a child through miscarriage, illness or tragedy – mothers with special needs children – those with children that have turned to a life of crime or addiction.
When we give birth. we’re giving life to another human being. That comes with tremendous responsibility, energy and dedication. We aren’t always going to be the perfect “Leave it to Beaver” mother. There are days when our home looks like a tornado went through it. There are times when we just can’t settle another dispute between siblings or we just don’t have time to get out of our sweats and put on some makeup. We may feel unappreciated, misunderstood, frustrated or unable to do it all. There are moments when we just plain get tired of the job, but we go on.
Motherhood is one of the most under-rated professions known to mankind. Moms are purveyors of comfort, deliverers of love and encouragement, merchants of morality and learning, solicitors of peace and understanding. They are the vessel of God’s handiwork. Mother’s need a pat on the back each and every day of the year.
So once a year we honor mothers. We spend money on cards and flowers. We share time with them. We let them know they are important to us. The other 364 days we tend to forget to place her in the highest of esteem or let her know how much we love her. My mom passed away several years ago, but I still think of her often. I’m also reminded of her last years of life and being able to spend some actual quality time with her. I will treasure that time forever.
Psalm 139:13, “For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.”