There is beauty in my brokenness… at least that is what I keep telling myself. I will never be a mother and that’s something that will always tear me apart, especially when Mother’s Day rolls around. Yet, I am so happy and have so much respect for those who are privileged to be on that journey.
You are the first to touch the softness of your babies’ skin, to wrap them in your own innocence and keep them safe from a world consumed by sin. You are there to soothe us with kindness and gentleness.
When the world seems too big and overwhelms us, you use those same hands to wipe away tears and cradle us in your love. You will often sacrifice and give of yourself no matter the cost just to see us do better than you did. You work tirelessly to ensure that every need is met, every boo-boo is kissed, and every heartbreak is mended. You instill in us the abilities needed to succeed in life. You teach us to love and respect others, but also to love and respect ourselves and God. You make sure that we know, regardless of how old we get, we are always your “babies”, even if that means you have to put us in our places when we are well into adulthood.
Your job entails long, late nights and early mornings with no break in between. You’re always praying for the best to come to pass for us, praying for us even when we can’t pray for ourselves. Loving us even when we aren’t exactly loveable. For all these things we are eternally thankful and forever in your debt. Whether you are biological mom, adoptive mom, step mom, mother-in-law, spiritual mother or just a mother figure to someone, I wish you all a Happy Mother’s Day. #MomsRule