It IS a happy Mother's Day for me. In a few hours, my own mother will be home, and we will have steak and salad for dinner and I'll give her a pedicure while she watches whatever she wants on her new cable TV. I am lucky - to have a mother, to have a mother who loves me, to have a mother who loves me close enough by that I can show her my appreciation with more than just a card or a call.
But not everyone will have a happy Mother's Day, and the lack of sensitivity to this frustrates me.
Valentine's Day gets all the attention. Renamed "Singles Awareness Day," billions of lonely people get to bitch about V-Day and draw faint vapours of guilt from happy couples around them.
What about today? What about the unspoken millions who never knew their mothers, or whose mothers were, for any number of reasons, undeserving of honour and celebration? Or the women who have yet to become mothers, despite an intense longing to do so? Or the women whose children were conceived but never born, putting them in a limbo state between motherhood and not?
As a tragic overthinker, I can find happiness and heartbreak in every situation.
I'm not trying to make anyone feel guilty. I, myself, am choosing to focus on the celebration of today, and not on the lingering shadows in my heart. But, as we lift the mothers of the world up to God in prayer today, let us also ask for peace and comfort to touch the hearts of those who can't fully celebrate today.
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