Many people believe Mother's Day is unnecessary for any number of reasons: it was created to sell stuff; mother's are/should be celebrated every day, so setting aside a special day is silly; it just doesn't matter to them. There are many more, but those are the ones I've heard the most. I don't agree with that sentiment. I joke that I like any day that celebrates me. I could justify my desire to celebrate by saying I don't insist on anything but love handmade trinkets that mark the day.
The truth is Mother's Day is one of the more special days of the year for me. For me, Mother's Day exists to celebrate the most life-changing and life-enhancing part of my life: motherhood. Motherhood is the greatest blessing God has given me, after salvation, of course. I cannot put into words what being a mother feels like, what childbirth feels like, how the heart grows bigger with each passing day.
At times I think I don't want to leave this earth and go to Heaven because I will no longer experience being a mother. But then I think - or the Holy Spirit reminds me - that Heaven is far greater than we can imagine, far greater than the experience of motherhood. And then my head wants to explode trying to imagine that feeling.
I love being a mother, and this day is about celebrating that gift.
I can't possibly write this post without acknowledging the ache I feel for mothers that have lost or who never were. Mothers who held their children and mothers who didn't because they were lost or were never made. I wanted to acknowledge one friend who has lost and has tried for years to become a mother, but I didn't want to hurt her. I feel like she needs to know she is a mother, even if she hasn't yet held a child in her arms. I'm sad that she hasn't known this feeling, but I know God has greater plans for her. It's hard to have faith in these situations, but that's exactly what faith is for, the faith that breeds hope.
Well, I don't want to end on a sad note, so let me share with you the wonderful gifts from my family. Ellie painted a puzzle, Mikey colored a picture of an owl, and Mike cooked me breakfast and gave me a Willow Tree statue that I stared at during every prenatal appointment with Angela.