Mother’s Day can be sweet. It’s a wonderful opportunity to say thank you to the the women who have raised us, whether or not they birthed us. It’s a day to notice all the ways moms, grandmas, aunties, Sunday School Teachers, mentors and friends have loved us, shaped us, blessed us. I am who I am because of the women who have loved me and claim me. Yes, men too, but their day is in June.
Mother’s Day can be joyful. It’s a day to reflect on and give thanks the ones who made you a mother. A day to give thanks for children who become “ours” through biology, name, pew proximity, and God’s unexpected blessings. I am who I am because of the children who have loved me and claimed me.
Mother’s day can be tough, painful even. It can remind us of what we have had and lost. It can be a day of grief and heart ache. It can be a day full of could-haves, would-haves, should-haves and might-have-beens. It can be a day of shattered dreams, bitter regret and broken hearts. I am who I am because of the hurts and loss I’ve been loved through.
Mother’s Day is loaded. And isn’t all that true of any day. The wonder of gathering on any Sunday is that we all come with our own stuff and we find a way to worship together. We come off of a tough week or our best week and comfort one another even as we celebrate together. We come trusting that the Spirit of God will be present to us and through us, and that makes all the difference. We gather with all our own wants and needs and God shows up.
So this Sunday, like every other Sunday, we will gather to celebrate and sing and give thanks! The Body of Christ will gather with all of our wounds and scars and celebrations. And we’ll pray for one another, as we support one another, and share the “stuff” of life. And God, who claims and loves us as we are, will be present among us. Thanks be to God.
I’ll see you on Sunday,