“Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise…” Proverbs 31:28-29
When my children were little, we celebrated Mother’s Day in simple ways. One year wewent to the shopping mall, and Glen and the children went into the mall to shop, probably for me, and I stayed in the car and took a nap. I thought this was a great treat for a mother–peace and quiet. For many years after going to church, we stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken, picked up a big bucket of chicken and all the extras and had a picnic along a river. The children would play, and I’d sneak in a little nap while their father watched them–a relaxing day in the fresh air and the best part was no cooking.
Today, I’m celebrating Mother’s Day with my mother, my rock, who recently turned 96. It’s the first time I’ve been with her on Mother Day since I became a mother. I felt blessed to sit with her during worship and to enjoy the day.
Not all mothers and women feel blessed on this special day. One friend who has lost her mother, an adult child, the father of her children, and a grandchild in the last few years says the day is “bitter sweet.” There are mothers with estranged children, women wanting to be a mother, and those who aren’t recognized for their role as mothering children through their work and activities. They need a special day too.
Dear God, bless all women every day. Amen.