Mother’s Day Reflections

Growing up, I’ve always thought of Mother’s Day as a day not just to celebrate our own mother, but all mothers and mother figures for their important roles, the things they do, and the sacrifices they make. This is my first Mother’s Day as a mom (well, at least with A.J. out of my uterus… We found out last year about 3 weeks before Mother’s Day that I was pregnant – I was pretty giddy on the holiday last year!). As this year’s holiday approaches, I’ve done some reflecting and thinking.

We had tried to get pregnant for a couple of years and when we found out that I was, I made an effort to be hopeful and have trust in God. In spite of the hope, I had moments where I thought being pregnant was too good to be true and prepared myself that the pregnancy might not be “viable” as the doctors suggested or that something might happen at birth. To this day, I often look at our camera monitor to double check that she is still breathing.

I’ve been exposed to people (as distant as individuals whose blogs I read, to more intimate relationships with close friends and family) who have suffered loss and grief – infertility issues, miscarriages, infant mortality, SIDS, etc. My heart aches for them. And since having A.J. in my life, this empathy has just grown. When I hear stories of loss and grief, I give her an extra hug and kiss.

If I’m honest with you, I always thought that I would be eager for my first Mother’s Day so I could be celebrated for the things I do and sacrifice in the name of motherhood. Instead, as I approach my first Mother’s Day, I am celebrating – with a thankful heart – the blessing and gift of being a mother. Acknowledging the loss and grief that this holiday brings to some, I am so thankful for the blessings in my life.

To those who are not mothers but who are mother figures – I thank you for your roles in the lives of others.

To those with hurting hearts this Mother’s Day – those grieving loss of a child (or the ability to bear a child) or the loss of your mother – I pray for peace.

To those who are celebrating motherhood – I celebrate with you.

Mothers Day

Me, my mom and A.J. on the day she was born. I look incredibly pasty white in this photo…. My mom had JUST gotten back from a southern vacation and A.J. was jaundiced. So my whiteness is just amplified beside them…