Today, I will most ardently miss the one who made me a mother. I will miss being celebrated by him. I will miss watching him teach our children to honor me.
It’s Mother’s Day. It’s perfectly normal to miss my person a little extra today.
But it is also Sunday, and Sundays aren’t really supposed to be about me anyway. So, I will make much of Jesus today, even if no one remembers to make much of me.
And after I make much of Him, I imagine He will be pleased to remind me that it was actually HE who made me a mother. He sees me today, and He remembers. And that is a reason to celebrate.
It’s Mother’s Day. I am still grieving, and I am still blessed.