
Are you in a hard spot this Mother’s Day? Just not sure how to handle it?
Maybe you’ve recently lost your mom and the ache is raw and deep. Or she’s been gone a long while and you find yourself just a little bit resentful of people who’ve had their moms around for so much longer.
Or maybe your relationship with your mom is complex. You’re out of sync with her. Perhaps there’s a long, complicated history. Or nothing more than the fact that you’re separated by geography, personality, or matters of the heart; it’s hard to bridge the distances you feel between you.
We want love to be simple but it so rarely is.
We especially know this to be true when we try to express how we feel about our moms.
The necessary pulling away, the inexpressible desire to be close – it’s more than most of us can negotiate easily, and certainly beyond words.
We feel the tension even when we’re young.
Two nights ago, my teenage son entered the kitchen and told me that as part of an assignment, he needed to read me a letter he’d written to me during Spanish class. He was laughing as he explained, saying, “I told my friends, ‘My mom won’t understand a word of this. She studied French.’”
True. So he translated each line as he went, telling me, “I am proud to be your son,” and “You make the best food in the world,” which cracked us both up because we both know the latter is patently false.
The letter was equal parts humor and heart; a perfect reflection of how difficult it is to tell someone why you love them – much less in a language that challenges you.
I’m up against this now – struggling every day to tell my mom how much I love her – because I’m not taking any day for granted. An illness does that. It brings everything into proper perspective.
My mom has stage 3 mucosal melanoma. It’s a rare cancer that affects the body’s mucous membranes and does not respond to chemotherapy. She’s been battling it for 11 months now through surgeries, immunotherapy, and radiation, and there’s a reason why people say cancer sucks. It really, really, really does.
My heart is so heavy with the pain and suffering she’s enduring. And I tell her all the time, “I wish I could carry this burden for you.” But she wouldn’t wish it on anyone. If it were within her power, she would forever prevent my sister and me from ever experiencing this torment. She would take it all on herself.
A mother’s love is all about sacrifice.
From the moment the idea of you was born, your mother’s every breath was a silent prayer of hope for your well-being.
It’s exceedingly rare to hear of a mother who doesn’t love her children more than herself.
Every day, she shared her very soul with you.
And she gave all she could in the hope that you would grow fully into yourself – the most beautiful YOU she believed you could be – a person who would contribute goodness to the world.
To the best of her ability – however perfectly or imperfectly – she displayed the self-sacrificial love of God, the One who made her, and you, in His image.
Her sacrifice, written forever in your heart, was God’s sacrifice first.
We were divinely designed to love.
There have been many times when I felt indebted to my mom. Like when I was younger and she’d done too much for me at Christmas. It was then that I told her, “I can’t give you what you’ve given me.” She always said, “You’ll do the same for your kids, or for someone else.”
We come up short when we try to return our mothers’ affections. But in the end, that was never their intent.
How do we honor our moms?
We acknowledge and thank them for their love and all they’ve done for us – with fumbling words, our simple presence, and token gifts if our moms are alive, or with our grateful hearts if they have passed.
And just as importantly, we recollect and recount that she made daily sacrifices of love, in big and small ways, on our behalf.
And then?
Then we go. And we do the same.
Beautiful post.
As always so beautiful, so meaningful. Thank you, I have tears now.
Aww, thank you, Lorraine. Blessings and hugs!
Gretchen, I am so sorry to hear of your mother’s illness. I am praying for you and your family. God Bless. Ann Carta, formerly in Walking with Purpose. P. S. You were a great group leader.
Hi Ann,
Of course I remember you! I hope you and your family are doing well. Thank you very much for your prayers for my mom. They are certainly needed and very much appreciated. The Lord hears all of us and is the greatest Giver of all peace.
Blessings always,
Gretchen