To the other moms out there who have a hard time on Mother’s Day. Many reasons might be the underlying cause for your sorrow today. I want you to know I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I am one of you. I know what it is to see the happy, shiny faces of mothers all over social media, in churches, in restaurants, with their children and grandchildren’s arms around them, celebrating them, and you feel a stabbing in your own soul with each picture or each encounter. I know. I feel it, too.
This is a hard day for me. My mommy went to heaven on November 12, 2022, and my own children … well, because of choices I made, which were self-absorbed in the past – steeped in alcoholism and fear and insanity – I am separated from my own children and grandchildren in distance and, some, in heart. My initial reaction is to despise Mother’s Day. I’m not a fan. Can’t wait for it to pass, and let’s get back to normal days.
But then, I remember that just as my choices in the past brought me to where I am today, recognizing that today is new and a gift from God, I can choose to set aside all that before-today stuff and focus on right here, right now.
In the right here, right now, I know that I do know how to be a mom – and I have been and will continue to be a mom; I had a great example in Marjorie Ruth Snare Hinkle, and I did raise my oldest three through to ‘adulthood.’ My younger three, I ache over the second half of their childhoods, but I will forever pray for them and love them as I can.
So, in the right here, right now, I know that I cared for many children over the years in a momma-way … Paige, Zaine, Khiana, Kambria, Kinzi, Skyler, and a lot of others – these, in my heart, are my babies.
And as a college professor, I’ve had many ‘children’ over the years – and I’ve been blessed to love so many! My son-in-love wished me Happy Mother’s Day last Sunday – he is that thoughtful! I love that guy, my Moti. I’m so happy he is my Kadi’s husband; he was also the first to say HMD this morning. I’ve also been blessed with a bonus son, Joey, who ensures to do special things for me on Mother’s Day, my birthday, and holidays because he knows my heart misses my biological children – and he endeavors to fill that hole. What a beautiful boy! What a big heart! And there’s my Zack and my Maddy. God gave Patrick and me children together through AA – and I love those two with my every fiber. Several young women in AA over the last five years have called me AA Mom, and I’ll gladly be that as they need. Through the years of teaching, several students have become children to me – Randall and Claudia specifically come to mind from St. Louis, and here in Tulsa, it is countless. Just yesterday, a student from this past year called me “second mom.” Oh my heart, Sydona, you don’t know what that means to me.
What I’m realizing in the right here, right now is that it is PERSPECTIVE. It is mine to choose to recognize all the beautiful ways God has given me to love the people He puts in my path – to be a mom. I am a blessed woman, despite what I see as my past failures. See, what I know, have to daily remember, is this … HE wants me to focus on today; HE will work out the rest as I choose to have faith in HIS path for me; HE will use those past ‘failures’ in situations to love others that I couldn’t even begin to put together on my own! Like Zack and Maddy in my life. Do today what I can for HIM, and HE will fill my heart and my soul with the love HE has for me to know. Just this morning, Maddy said to me, “Happy Mother’s Day! I love you very much. You’re probably the best mom I never had!!”
So, moms out there who don’t like Mother’s Day, maybe it’s time for a perspective shift. Stop focusing on what we DON’T have, based on our own feelings and thoughts, and recognize that you are here on this earth for a purpose. You have a story now, so let it fuel your everyday … Move forward, loving the people God puts in your path. Be a mom to the many who don’t have one. Be a mom to those whose hearts hurt. Be a mom to those who just need a hug. Be a grandma to the child who needs one. They’re all around us. Broken people, and we can use the hurt in our hearts to have compassion and empathy and give hugs that only sorrow-filled moms can provide. Let your hurt fuel your compassion, and be a mom every day. No matter what you get in return. It shouldn’t be about that, but what I do know is this … when we spend our days being of service to others, God will fill the hole in our hearts.
I walk that. Every day.
It’s just sometimes on a day like Mother’s Day, the tendency to feel sorry for myself tries to get the better of me. Not today, self-pity. Not today.
I am a Mom. I am a Grandma.
Period.