a number of my friends have been very good to me today, they know today could be hard for me. I am not yet a mother, and my mother died 7 years ago next week. I am not a mother, and I have not a mother, but yet for me, if you ask me was today (Mothering Sunday) hard for you, the answer is most certainly no.
I don’t mean to offend, I know for some today is painful, full of memories and unseen futures, but for me, it’s a season. A season which I seek to be content in. I am not, I have not.
I am so aware though how privileged a position I stand in. I have had an incredible mother and her legacy continues to captivate and change me. I have amazing church mummies and friends with children who just know somehow when it is right to pass me their child and when maybe the day is more painful for me. You see, what I’m not saying is it’s never painful, just not today…
Today, I choose to celebrate mothers, I choose to stand with those who do have children and have done a mind-blowing job of bringing them up. I choose to celebrate with the mothers who are freaking out that they have a little person in their life because someone needs to tell them you are doing excellently. I choose to stand with the mothers that hurt because their child is away, removed, elsewhere because they know a pain that right now I don’t know. I choose to stand with those who have lost and who are unable to have, I stand, I pray, I support but I don’t choose to not celebrate, because there is much to celebrate, there are many to celebrate and it is their day… And I think it’s what my mum would have wanted.
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