A Mother’s Gift
In my growing up, certain holidays–especially Christmas and Easter–were, dare I say, stressful. Mom had grown up in a family that was big on appearances and expectations. So, preparing for the holidays felt like, well, a time to prove to my grandmother that life was perfect at our home. Cleaning, scrubbing, cooking, shopping, wrapping, bathing.
Rather, Mother’s Day was about gratitude. Rather than hold expectations about what we should do for her on Mother’s Day, Mom gave gifts to my sister and me. A small, inexpensive but thoughtful gift–accompanied by a note:
“Thank you for allowing me to be a mom.
I love you,
She and Dad couldn’t have kids. So, we became a family by adoption.
Her gifts and notes of gratitude and love helped me see her heart. They revealed something I otherwise would have failed to see. They hinted at the pain that two little girls had extinguished. They hinted at her belief that we were God-given.
So, as I think about Mother’s Day, I remember Mom, and the lesson she taught.
Family. An answer to prayer.
Children. God-given, precious gifts–gifts God trusted me to care for.
Rejoice. Set aside expectations, preparations, and appearances, and just rejoice in the blessings.
But let all who take refuge in you be glad;
let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may rejoice in you.