Mother’s Day 2011

I used to dread Mother’s Day.

I used to refer to to it as, “Barren Awareness Day.”

Now that those days are behind me, I look forward to Mother’s Day and all the handmade gifts that go with it!

Early Sunday morning I heard Hannah sneak into our room and walk over to David’s side of the bed. In her loudest whisper she said:

“DAD! WAKE UP! I NEED YOUR HELP! KATIE (her 12 year old cousin who babysat her the night before) REMINDED ME THAT TODAY IS MOTHER’S DAY AND I NEED TO MAKE MOMMY BREAKFAST.”

“DAD? ARE YOU LISTENING? I NEED YOUR HELP MAKING MOMMY BREAKFAST! WE NEED TO MAKE IT BEFORE SHE WAKES UP!’

David finally pulled his sleepy body out of bed and off he and Hannah went to make me a “secret” breakfast.

A few minutes later, while I lay sleepily in bed, Hannah poked her head back into my bedroom and said in her outside voice, “MOM. YOU NEED TO STAY ASLEEP UNTIL I SAY SO.” And then she left. What a funny kid.

Breakfast was lovely (eggs, toast, bacon, and mixed berries in whole whipped cream) and she made me a lovely card as well. Please take note of the 10 pieces of gum stuck to the card.

They are ALL MINE and I’m not sharing. 🙂

This card was so fancy, she had to decorate every side. I love homemade gifts.

I ended my day with a whopper of a headache. Lovely, right? I fell asleep around 7:30 and woke up at 7:30. How’s that for a Mother’s Day gift? 12 whole hours of sleep!

Barren Awareness Day

Have you ever been single on Valentine’s Day?

Think hard.  Back to the days before you met your spouse, or significant other.  (Some of you may be very lucky, and the only time you didn’t have a Valentine was in Junior High, but the rest of us . . . well . . . I’m sure there were a few years without a Valentine . . . )

Do you remember how you felt?  Seeing your friends blissfully in love, opening thoughtful gifts, reading gushy love letters and eating chocolate?

Valentine’s day to the unattached person is known as “Single Awareness Day.”

This Sunday is Mother’s Day.  For years, (and I mean years) I met this day with sadness and anger.  For many, Mother’s Day is a day you recognize your mother, or you are recognized as a mother.  As a mother, you find joy in your children, and realize the only reason you have children is because you are a mother.

See, everything goes hand in hand.

For many women, this Sunday, Mother’s Day, is a reminder that their oven is empty.  To the childless woman, Mother’s Day is known as “Barren Awareness Day.”

I always dreaded going to church on Mother’s Day.  364 days a year, no one notices that you come to church without children.  On Mother’s Day, it’s like you arrive with a blinking neon sign that says “I’m not really a mother.  But recognize me because I’m married.”

Awkward.

Actually, what I really wanted my invisible neon sign to say is, “Please don’t recognize me.  It’s GLARINGLY obvious I don’t fit in.  Thanks.”

So year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year, (yes, there were eight years of this awkwardness)  I would arrive to church with a smile on my face, hiding the pain that cut so deeply.

I wanted to be a mother.

Did the Lord think I was unfit?

Why, then, was I not blessed with children?

I will never know the answers to these questions.

But, I do know this Sunday will mark the third anniversary of my mommyhood and absence of that obnoxious blinking neon sign.

Thank goodness for that.

Where am I going with this?

I’m not really sure.

If you’re a mother, cherish your children and be grateful you have them.

If you’re not a mother (yet) and you long to be one, channel your energy into loving your own mom.  Your time will come.  It may not be in this lifetime, but it will come.

If you know someone who is struggling to have children, be extra sensitive to them.  Especially on Mother’s Day.

Happy Mother’s Day everyone!