Mother’s Day weekend. Such a bittersweet time. The last Mother’s Day I had with you was at my house for Piper’s Dedication at church. I was mad at you all afternoon because you were getting on my case about letting things go and pulling myself together. I was so mad at you, I didn’t even give you your Mother’s Day card. I found it still in the drawer just the other day. I plan on keeping it for now as a reminder to myself to never let a day go by without telling those I love how much they mean to me and to apologize when I am in the wrong.
I will never get another Mother’s Day with my mom or be able to make up for our last one. But I did have 28 years worth of great ones-and that is more than some. My heart goes out to all of you moms who are hurting. Those yearning to be moms. Those mourning from child loss. Those struggling with PPD. And I also praise all of you moms. You are amazing. You are cherished. And you are doing a great job.
Make those phone calls tomorrow to the special moms and mom figures in your life. Pray for them. Let her know what she means to you. Don’t let the day end in regret.
Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven, Mom. You are not forgotten—I promise. ❤️
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