While I have always loved honoring my mom, my stepmom, my Granny while she lived, and now my mother-in-law on Mother’s Day, there were years when I dreaded it. Having had four children born too soon before Bugaboo arrived, and two more born too soon in between Beanie and Mr. Man, made Mother’s Day a day when I really (and selfishly) didn’t want to go out of the house.
Yesterday, I began my day with a prayer for all the other moms whose children await them in Heaven, for all those who have been called to mother children with whom they share no DNA, for those whose mothers are no longer reachable by telephone. I prayed for those who have lost their children to choices and misguided “acts of mercy,” and for those who have gone through adoption proceedings stretching out for years, only to have their hopes dashed at the last minute. Then I prayed Psalm 139 to thank God for His gift of life, no matter whether those lives are numbered in days or decades, and asked him to bring comfort and peace to those who still wait for their Mother’s Day.
My own day was filled with the laughter of my children, priceless and long-awaited treasures that they are, and the company of family and friends at Mass and afterwards. I love that Mass on Mother’s Day ends with “Ave Maria,” to remind us of a frightened young mother who said “yes” to God and “no” to fear. Do enjoy the Andrea Bocelli version the song title link goes to. The link on Mr. Bocelli’s name goes to a little story he likes to tell.
Today’s prayer: Lord, You knit each of us together in our mothers’ wombs. Thank You for the gift of every life, and for the wisdom to discern that every life has merit, wholly unconnected to its income-earning potential. Thank You for the four little blessings You have vouchsafed to our care, and for all those who comforted us and bore us up with their prayers while we waited for them. Please help us lift up those who still wait, and those who grieve, and please bless us with the grace of knowing where and when to find them. Lord, You came to us of woman born. Help me look always to Your mother, Blessed Mary, for the example of motherhood and discipleship I need.