Mother’s day is the Christmas day for moms all over the world. They get that one day in a year where it’s all about them. The kiddos bring school projects like poems and paper bagged goodies, picked flowers, and odd objects like tea bags and rocks as a gift. It’s a great reminder to all mother’s that they are thought of, loved, and appreciated for their never-ending work.
Mother’s day is also a reminder for those who whatever reason can not conceive. It’s a bittersweet day. Most of us women only hope that we can too be celebrated on such a wonderful day, one day.
Mother’s day for my mom was celebrated on the 10th of May. Mexico, El Salvador and Guatemala celebrated their mother’s on the 10th and being that my mother is Mexican (but has lived in the US for 23 years), she likes her celebration on the 10th. That meant that there were TWO mother’s day days I had to survive.
Sunday was hard. I was at church early for worship. I’d forgotten about Mother’s Day, thankfully. On my way to church I started receiving sweet and encouraging messages from my friends. Oh… It’s Mother’s day, I thought. I held the tears. I wanted to hide in a closet. Moms at church received some kind of paper (probably a poem) with chocolate attached to it. I didn’t get one. I’m not a mom. Some part of me wished I had stayed home but a greater part of me is glad I got out and received the message.
You see, I don’t know how to explain to someone how much this day actually hurts to some women. I can’t put it into words because it will only come out wrong. I don’t want to come off as unappreciative because I’m not.
I’m grateful. I know that God has already made me a mother. I feel like I’m running this long marathon. This marathon consists of bends in the road, some crazy obstacles, some long distance swimming, running through mud, and a section where you have to run through fire, etc. This marathon can only be endured by some of the craziest, strongest, and faith believing people, and I’m one of them (although I don’t always feel like one). God is putting me through the craziest marathon of my life. I am running and have no idea what’s after that bend on the road. I have to keep running and trusting Him. Keep running, keep trusting, keep positive. After the marathon is over, I’m sure things will come into perspective. I am victorious through Him. I am going to be a mother after this crazy marathon is over… and then I’ll be running a different marathon.
So I remain hopeful that through all these curve-balls I am receiving, I will see the great reward. God is faithful. I am stronger because of this. I am grateful. The way I see it is that He knows I’m strong enough to endure this and that’s why I have been put through this.
To the woman who dreads Mother’s day because the loss of a child, a miscarriage, infertility, or anything else, I pray for you. I know the pain. You are strong. God saw your heart and knew you could handle this. Hang in there. The marathon is almost over, just keep running, keep trusting, keep positive. Remember, you are NOT alone.
What crazy marathon are you running and how are you surviving it?