Y’all, there’s just something about a calm, sunny Sunday morning that I can’t help but love.
Or a calm sunny any morning really – but that’s beside the point.
It’s just so beautiful and perfect – seemingly untainted by the harsh reality of brokenness that defines our world.
Today, the 16th day of #100DaysofHannah and #100DaystoOffload, happens to be Mother’s Day – a day generally filled with gatherings and celebrations – honoring the women in our lives who have given themselves so wholly for the sake of another.
But this Mother’s Day, for most of us, looks different.
Travel is still limited. Gatherings discouraged. Families separated.
Many are left to spend this day alone.
For me, this is, to the best of my memory, the first Mother’s Day that I have spent away from family – which I don’t say as a plea for sympathy or a call for attention; it is simply a fact. As a woman who will, in all likelihood, never be a mother, some of the experience of Mother’s Day is admittedly lost on me, and so, in many ways, today feels like just another day away from home (another post for another day).
But, I understand that this is not the experience of all.
Some are mothers – separated for the first time from the very children that they dedicated their life to raising.
Others are children – mourning the loss of a mother, without the support of loved ones to keep them strong.
Some are orphans – longing to simply feel the love of a mother they have never known.
Others are entering motherhood for the first time – celebrating the precious gift that has been entrusted to them.
Some are in the thick of parenting – trying to stay sane as toddlers ravage the house or teens turn away with a cold shoulder.
Still others are without children – longing for the opportunity to raise a family, but knowing that it will never come.
And so, Mother’s Day becomes a day for all.
When I pause for a moment to consider all of these situations, and indeed the countless more that may exist, I cannot pretend to understand the emotional experience that these realities may incur.
I am, however, moved to gratitude by the undeserved blessing that I have been given and so often take for granted in my mother, and indeed all the women who have served a motherly role in my life.
So, to all of you, from me:
Thank you for giving up your time, your money, your space, your pride, your goals, your routine, your health, your anger, your sanity, and, in all reality, your life, to show me what it means to love and to be loved.
I am because you are.
‘Til tomorrow: Happy Mother’s Day!
Song of the Day: Running Just to Catch Myself – In memory of all our car rides screaming (singing?) this at the top of our lungs 💕
Question of the Day: What are you most grateful to your mother for?
Challenge of the Day: Celebrate the mothers in your life!