Remembering Mom

I love that Mother’s Day falls on a Sunday, though my mother and I have sat in church together only a few times on Mother’s Day. The last time was seven years ago, I think, before we cut off the boys’ silky curls for the first time.

But I have sat in church many times and thought how blessed I am to have a mother like mine.

Mother’s Day means something a little different every year. This year it’s bittersweet because there was one less card to buy. I’ll miss talking to my grandmother and hearing her proclaim, “Every day is Mother’s Day!”

Whether we are celebrating, grieving, appreciating or regretting—and the mix grows richer and more complicated every year—let’s pray for reconciliation and reunion today.

For it’s a holy day, of sorts.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day, everyone.