This year’s Mother’s Day was great for me. I spent the day with my husband and two sons. We went to church, went to a Mother’s Day Brunch, drove around, watched a movie, and then went to a friend’s house for a cookout. I was given cards, gifts, and surprises throughout the entire day. I woke up to Chase running into my room saying Happy Mother’s Day holding flowers and greeted in the living room by M with a homemade card. Both gave me hugs and told me they loved me. It really was a great day for me.
The morning was a little busy getting everyone ready and out of the house for Church. But then, when we were sitting at the Mother’s Day Brunch, M was telling me a story. While looking at him and listening, a thought came through my mind.
How is M’s mother feeling today? Is she sad? Lonely? Is she grieving not being with M today? I understand it was her choices that landed her in this predicament. But, that doesn’t change the love she has for M. She was a product of her upbringing and environment. She needs Jesus to change, not a broken system. Either way, she is not spending Mother’s Day with her son.
Mother’s Day is a wonderful day to all moms. I was so focused on the day and all the fun we would have as a family, especially since M calls us mom and dad now, that when I thought about M’s mom I was hit with more sadness than I expected. Here I am enjoying my Mother’s Day, hearing a story from my son- who has a mother who has to be grieving. I have a son who is wishing me a Happy Mother’s Day instead of to the person who birthed him.
I am so thankful that there is a foster care system and that children have the opportunity to still have families if they come from one that is deeply broken. But it’s not suppose to be this way.
I prayed for M’s mom yesterday. I hope she is still alive, I hope she meets Jesus, and I hope she has true life change. I pray that the people around her, who knows Jesus will share his love with her. When M is eighteen I pray that I hear she has changed and has met Jesus. When M is eighteen I don’t want to hear that she is the same, or worse, dead.
I am so thankful to have a family and to have such a wonderful day with them all showing me how much they love me. But a part of my heart hurts for her. We are both mothers to the same son. We both have different and unique experiences and ties to M. So as M’s mom, my heart hurts for his mom.