Mother’s Day is kind of a strange day for a mother according to me. It’s confusing to me. It’s a day to honor your own mother. It’s a day to be honored as a mother as well. Husband is to honor his mother and rightfully so, but I am the mother of his children so he feels pulled a bit, and then it’s the question of what does ‘Mother’s Day’ mean for me? Is it a day to take the day off? Selfishly this sounds good. To get up, go for a long run, take a shower, get a book, read without interruption, eat something someone else made, (some ideas that just happen to roll out of my head just that quick)…or is this the day to be the best mom a mom could be in that day. Go on a bike ride with the kids, plant some flowers with them, make their favorite meal,relish in the fact that you are the most blessed woman in the world to have this opportunity to be with them. God given job to be a mother.
But, no matter what the ‘circumstances’ are for that particular day, I feel honored because I am one. It is a gift the Lord gives a woman that is beyond words. Isn’t it such a compliment from Him that He entrusted to me a life to nurture and care for as my own, teach them His ways?
It gives joy, laughter, anger, confusion, teaching, being taught, a purpose, a drive, a moment, a longing for them to know Jesus, praying on knees, praising, disappointment, excitement, disciplining, fixing, crying, smiling, hugging, kissing, frustrating, communicating, caring and loving, and this list goes on and on….a woman who mother’s is a woman who feels deeply to the bone.
Happy Mother’s Day!