It's Mother's Day -- Another annual opportunity to pause and honor the women who raised us. Today many moms will have the blessed opportunity to receive wet syrup kisses and fists full of dandelions, or dine out as they are lavished with love by spouses and children. In the best case scenarios, that's how it's supposed to happen.
Yet, I know too many of you who will be up in the middle of the night, testing blood sugars and suctioning breathing tubes. I realize most of your won't be sleeping in because your dysregulated child won't afford that luxury. I know so many who will be administering IV infusions at home, or will be visiting ER's across this nation, or will be wiping poopy butts that are way too old to require diapering. Far too many of you will not even hear your child say your name, "Mama," "Mommy," "Mom."
Yes, this Mother's Day business is a bittersweet proposition for us "warrior moms," those taking care of children who are not-so-average. It is always that way for those loving fiercely from dangerously low personal reserves. We want to feel appreciated and celebrate our motherhood, yet the demands never relent. Autistic meltdowns don't know it's a special holiday. Seizures don't take place on any schedule but their own. Bleeding disorders don't suddenly take the day off.
Because I "get it" and live it, I have a special Mother's Day wish for my fellow warrior moms:
I wish you a day filled with the mental peace and relaxation that a longed-for massage might bring. I wish you the tenderness that a loving manicure might grant your hard-working hands. I wish you the renewed energy your feet might feel after soaking in a perfect pedicure. I wish you all the sweetness that might be dripping from the fattest chocolate covered strawberries. I wish you all the fragrance imparted by some of the world's most lovely flowers. And I speak words of Life into your ears that you might feel a deep and loving appreciation.
Because the fact is that you already posses all of these things in Christ. While this motherhood journey may not all be playing out quite the way you thought it would, and you may not be enjoying every one of these luxuries here and now, God holds them imperishable for you in eternity.
And right now He is looking at you with a love so extravagant that makes anything in this world seem small by comparison. You are His vessel of infinite worth, pouring through that same love to a child who knows His love largely because of your faithful, tender consistency. He knows your suffering because He watched His own Son suffer horribly. He applauds your faithfulness, because He knows how agonizingly difficult it can be some days.
This Mother's Day may not look exactly what you hoped it might, but I pray that today you feel a deep contentment in your bones, that a good and gracious God not only trusted you to be the parent of your beautiful child, but He also equipped you every step of the way. May you smile as you glance at your precious son or daughter, stroking their hair or prepping them to be tube fed, realizing this Mother's Day that being their mother IS the gift. Breathe deep the enjoyment of knowing this incomparable love.
Your Fellow Sojourner,