Moms. Everyone has one. But mine’s the best. Just sayin’.

Teasing aside, I am blessed to call the most wonderful woman, “Mom”. My mom always sees the best in me and loves me without conditions. She’s my greatest fan and a loyal supporter. I don’t need a special day to verbalize this, but it is a good reminder not to take important people in my life for granted.

If you know me, or have been reading this blog for a while, you know that I have a growing clan. Six children have multiplied into a total of almost 22! It is one of my most privileged roles in life to be momma (or Mommo, as some like to call me), mother-in-law (though I hope it’s more mom and less in-law) and gramma to this wonderful, crazy brood of mine.

I am blessed to have a second mom, my dear mother-in-love. And as you can gather from the numbers of my crew, I have some daughters that are also incredible moms to my sweet grandlittles.

While it is a lovely thought to honour those who have given us life, there are many who find this holiday especially difficult and it makes one wonder how we can celebrate without rubbing salt in their wounds. The last few years, I have made an effort to recognize and pray for the women around me:

May those who are raising or have raised their children, and those who have embraced the children of others as their very own be blessed today. What a privilege we, as women, have to whisper love into the hearts of the littles–and big ones, too–whose lives are intertwined with ours.

I am praying for those grieving mommas whose arms are empty when they should be wrapped around a precious child. I am praying for those women whose deepest desire is to be called momma by a sweet little voice, but are not. I am praying for mommas and their children whose relationships are broken, that they may be reconciled.

I am praying for the momma who condemns herself for all her perceived failures in parenthood. I am praying for the distraught momma who cries herself to sleep as she worries and prays over her ‘baby’ that is caught up in poor choices or over the illness of her beloved child.

I am praying for all the tired mommas out there. Raising tiny humans is not for the faint of heart. Your time, your energy and your very being are tied up in that wee life, but I’m here to tell you it is a noble calling and it is truly worth it.

I am thinking of the children, young and old, who wish to kiss the cheek of the woman who brought them into this world or the one who raised them, but are separated today by distance or forever by passing.

May each of you be enveloped in God’s love and joy today.

More encouragement here:
https://www.joanneviola.com/2024/05/he-is-the-light-lets-have-coffee/
https://ducksnarow.com/tag/recipes
https://www.create-with-joy.com/2024/05/inspire-me-monday-week-577.html
https://www.gracefilledmoments.me/2024/05/01/blooming-wishes-for-may-sweet-tea-friends-may-2024-link-up/