Mothering
is a messy, complicated business-
just like humaning,
with impossible expectations,
deep longings,
piercing pain
and incomprehensible joy.
On
Mother’s Day
gratitude and sadness
intermingle-
as they do whenever we are really
paying attention.
The
mothers
we wish we’d been…
the
mothers
we wish we’d had…
the
mothers
we wish were still with us…
the
mothers
we never knew…
the
“mothers”
we’ve had along the way
who made us who we are today…
the
mothers
we’ve watched our daughters become…or
not…
All of
their faces rise before us.
So we
pause and
welcome them in,
whatever emotions they bring.
This I
know:
pain does not disqualify
gladness.
And love and gratitude
do not dishonor grief and sorrow.
We are
all in this together-
mothers, mothered, motherless –
siblings in the human family.
Life
is hard.
It’s good to have days
when we on purpose say
Thank You.
So,
To all mothers: Thank you.
For all mothers: Lord, Thank you.
And most of all, God, for mothering us,
Thank you.
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