It's
the time of the year when the birds are chirping louder, the temperature has warmed enough for azaleas and
dogwoods to bloom, and that last hint of winter
has left...hopefully. The official day
when Mom's are flowered, gifted, and banned from the
kitchen is approaching. It's a time when
many of us take the opportunity to say "thanks, Mom".
Celebrations
are abundant. But the time surrounding the day when we celebrate our Moms can be both a time of joy and a time of sadness. If you are mourning the passing of your mom; perhaps a
physical passing or an emotional passing by choice, it's difficult to welcome the day with open arms. Just a glimpse around me makes me realize that there are women who ache to be a
mom and hold a sweet babe in their arms; yet their arms remain
empty. There are those who have lost a child to death, possibly
their only child. This day can be a difficult one for so many.
Mother's
Day, May, 2006 was the first Mother's Day that I spent without my mom. Patsy
Owens Sutton, Mom, died February 6 of that year. It was a hard, hard time for
me. I so dreaded that day coming. It wasn't that I wanted to take the celebrations away from those who were enjoying them; I just wanted it too.
The hole that her unexpected death left was still very large in my heart. If the calendar could have somehow
miraculously skip that day, I would have welcomed it.
Having
a keen awareness of others and their difficulties in life, a friend of
mine, Ann, knew that I would be
struggling with that day in particular. Because of that, she encouraged me
to take that Mother's Day and not dwell on what I didn't have
but think about all of the women past and present who have played a
positive role in my life. So, not because it was easy, but because I thought it
was really good advice on how "to get through it", I made it my goal,
that first Mother's Day without my mom, to focus on being thankful
for all of those women who had positively impacted me for so many years.
And
there were so many.
So
many that I didn't know where to begin. There were my grandmothers
whose love never stopped whether it was in the form of praise or
correction. There was the lady who was the "sweet, elderly lady" in
the church where I attended as a little girl in Illinois . She was the other half
the candy man at church (I think most churches must have them - sweet,
usually elderly men who pass out gum or candy to the little kids after church.)
There was the wife of an older man that we knew, who although she was long past
young children days, she never forgot what it was like to have those little
people under foot. She encouraged me religiously and I so needed it and
appreciated it. There were the
women who opened up their homes and hearts to me as a young mom - the ones who
let me know that sometimes, being a mom was a battle - but in Mary Joe's
words..."You must remember, you
have to win." That advice was
given to me over 25 years ago, and I've never forgotten it. I knew that.
I also knew that I would survive, but it surely did help to know that
others had walked down the same road that I was currently on and that if
I would just hang in there, I would eventually reach the end of that road
successfully. Their wisdom was valuable to me. There are young moms who
allow me to love on their babies. That sweet, innocent love never grows
old. And the list goes on and on.
I
won't pretend that the women who give birth to us play only a small
role in our lives. Because their role is so large, losing them is devastating
or at least it was for me. Certain days of the year tend to make that sadness
come to the surface more easily. But that year, 2006, I began to look at
Mother's Day in a totally different light.
You may not be a mom physically but you can
still choose to celebrate those who fill that role. Your mom may not
be with you for whatever reason, but you can still choose to allow
your children and your husband to celebrate you and you as well can choose
to celebrate those who fill that role well.
I
am blessed that my mom was the kind that clothed herself with strength and dignity. She absolutely was the glue for our family. She
spoke with wisdom. She instructed us whether we wanted to hear it or
not! Her example to me of loving others by serving
them is firmly imprinted in my mind.
I
am also thankful for the many, many women who were not related to me physically but have
played a positive role in my life. There is no shortness of mothers in God's family. They have loved
me. They have cared for me. They have grieved with me and
hurt for me.
It
has been that during those times, I have better understood and appreciated
God's wisdom in providing us with a spiritual family.
So,
as Mother's Day approaches, if your relationship with your mom isn't what you would choose for it to be, or if you mom is no longer here for you to spend time with, let me encourage you to think about all of the women who have been a source of encouragement and love to you. Then, you take what has been done for you and pass it on.
Think about that single mom who never gets out by herself. Fix a meal for her.
Take her kids to the park and give her a gift certificate to get a pedicure.
Help that mom whose children live far away. Have her over for Mother's Day
lunch. Help that mom of little ones who hasn't slept for days because her
babies are sick. Help that woman whose mom is no longer present in
her life. You get the idea. But don't be surprised if you are the one who reaps the
benefits. That's just how it usually works.
To
my mom...A day rarely goes by that I don't think about you. I wish that you
could see my life for the last 8 years as well as Nate's, Aaron's, Katie's and Mikaylas. So much has happened.
I miss you.
To the many, many other moms that have
influenced my life, thank you for your example and your love. I have taken much of it to heart and valued all of it.
And to Ann...thank you for caring enough to encourage me to see past my grief. I pray that
I have used your example and passed it on.
And to Ann...thank you for caring enough to encourage me to see past my grief. I pray that
I have used your example and passed it on.
-bev
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