Just a few years ago, mother’s day for me meant breakfast in bed, big sloppy kisses, and hand-made cards proclaiming “I love you mommy.” Now, with a house full of teenagers, I might get a meal with them and maybe, if I’m lucky, a mumbled “happy mother’s day.”
What a tangle of emotional yarn lurks below the surface of ‘mother’s day’. There is the garden variety feeling of loss that I experience with my own children as they enter their teen years. But I am also keenly aware of the heartbreaking pain of other women: women who’ve given up children for adoption; women who’ve tragically outlived a child; women desperate to become mothers and women who are desperately tired of mothering.
Meanwhile, I am also aware of the men and women who have buried their mothers, of those who never quite got what they needed from their mothers, and those who have spent a lifetime resenting their mothers. Where are the greeting cards that reflect this vast complexity of emotional possibility?
And where does that leave us? With one universal truth – that we all came from the body of a woman. She was mother, our gateway to earth. No matter who we are, we can use this day to explore our deepest spiritual potential: forgiveness for human frailties and gratitude for the gift of life.
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