May 11, 2013 by Bobbie Byrd

The Hardness of Mother’s Day

It’s easy to think that sometimes Mother’s day is a day of celebration for everyone. However how quickly we forget the ones in this world that are motherless, whether it be by death or life choices. We forget about those who long to be called mother so much and yet are childless. And when we stop to think about it, to truly reflect on it, it can be heartbreaking. Most women have that desire in their soul to be cared for and to be a caregiver to others and all too often and for whatever reason that need can’t be met. I truly think that on Mother’s Day the heartbroken women need to take time to grieve and process their feelings towards it. They should not have to go around with forced smiles on their faces, acting as false shields from the painful arrows that are going to be flying back and forth. But that time of grief and lost can only last for awhile or they will have accepted defeat and women are too strong to be easily conquered by a government’s simple delcared holiday. Be joyful and celebrate those of you that have adoring mothers and little ones that call you momma. But be in prayer for those that can’t have those things right now. Be mindful of them and their thoughts. Pick up the phone and call them to let them know you were thinking of them. Go out of your way to bless them on Mother’s Day. We are born to be the caregivers, the mothers of the world. So this holiday let’s be a caregiver for someone that has put on a fake happy face for Mother’s Day for way too long. Let’s fill whatever voids we have in our souls with joy and love that we can give to others that need it so badly sometimes. Reach out and make a difference on Sunday and then continue it day after day. Don’t let Mother’s Day be a day of sorrow for someone that you can sow into and love on them. So I just want to wish you a plain ol’ happy day, one filled with love and peach without pressure or grief to spend it with your mother or as a mother. Just be you and let your love shine and it will be a much better day.

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Comments

Lucy Anderson says

May 11, 2015 at 5:23 am

POEM FROM A PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
Every year that you are gone,
I think about you more and more
And a life on earth that’s closed
Has opened heaven’s door
Although we often didn’t get along,
You loved me still, even when I was wrong
When you were alive
I often would complain
About your little quirks
Now only good memories remain
Since you’ve gone
I find more and more
You had a strength I can’t ignore
Though I often spurned you
You never withheld your love
You were a true Mother
That God fashioned from above
From early in my life
Love was shown to me
In all the things you did
And it was always free
You taught me about God
And showed me how to pray
And when times were hard
You didn’t ever sway
You always leaned on Him
There was never any doubt
I always saw that God
You would not live without
And while I went off
And tried to live my way
You stayed home and silently
Continued to pray
By and by time passed
And I returned to see
You were not the woman
That you used to be
The years had gone by
And they finally took their toll
And my fiesty mother
Had ceased to play her role
Weak and frail you grew
With little memory
But you would always smile when you would see me
And finally one winter
God took you away
My life was changed forever
On that day
When I lost you dear Mother
I lost a treasured jewel
My heart was broken
From all the times I was cruel
But soon after you left
Your prayers had come true
I gave my heart to Jesus
All because of you