Hats off to all of you wonderful mothers out there. I always spend Mothers’ Day pondering that season I enjoyed, and now enjoying the fruits of my labors. I know that I have been blessed beyond measure with my dear son, his wife, and now our grandchildren. I feel as if I indeed reaped tenfold, maybe one hundredfold, on the investment I made. Like many of you, I remember the highlights. The good times. I know there were tough times, but they are foggier in my memory.
I also know that some of you struggle with Mothers’ Day. You feel you didn’t do enough. You’re sure you didn’t do it right. You grieve because your kids didn’t turn out the way you had hoped. Let me encourage you. God isn’t finished with you yet, and if your children are still living, He isn’t finished with them yet either (Phil 1:6). We are only in Act I. There is still time for redemption, renewal, and restoration. So keep praying. Keep loving. Keep reaching out. Keep keeping the door open. Because God has a plan that he hasn’t revealed.
And for those of us who had less than perfect moms, today is a day to forgive and release. As I was praying this morning, I realized that I am still holding on to fragments of resentment over what I didn’t get. Over the humanness of my mom, which resulted in my not having the childhood I thought I deserved. But the reality is, God chose my parents and family before the foundation of the world (Eph. 1:4). He put me in that family for His reasons. And as long as I cooperate with Him, with His plan, I can be a part of the redemptive process in my family. Who knows but that I was brought into this family for such a time as this? (Esther 4:14). Who knows how God plans on using you and me to bring a new level of wholeness and health to our families. And our imperfect mothers were part of that. I, in my own imperfection, am part of that.
So this morning, I spent some time releasing the hurts and grievances that still cling like barnacles to my soul, despite years of healing work. I spent some time forgiving and reconciling with my imperfect mother. Let me encourage you to do the same.
I love this video, which points out just how impossible this job is. Who would be foolish enough to sign up for it?