Walk in the Woods
Journal: #276 Mom’s Day
When I think about who I am and the kind of mother I needed, the Lord made the right call. My mom is not a know-it-all loudmouth. She has opinions but usually keeps them close to her chest. When it comes to big life decisions, she rarely lets her view be known. She’s been in my corner through every move, job change, heart break, and self-destructive moment. I’m thankful she got to see me rise from the ashes too. The only distance between us is physical, and I’m blessed to have a good relationship with her.
It’s Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate motherhood. In an era of choice, each of us should be thankful our mothers said yes to the challenge. Millions of our fellow humans were denied the opportunity to live, to create or experience life. The abortion debate highlights how powerful and unique a mother is. It is the arrogance of humanity to live in opposition to our genetics- the DNA breathed into us from the start. And, I weep at the choices made in the name of freedom and individuality. Motherhood is under attack.
On days such as this, millions of people including celebrities and journalist will take to social media today, to extol the virtues of motherhood. They will feature pictures of their mothers and write emotional captions. And, they will be honest. It’s what we call situational irony. Because tomorrow, the same people will take up their pitchforks and signs. They’ll tweet and post about the sanctity of a woman’s body, and woman’s right to choose motherhood. I could write a book about life and its meaning. The subject close to my heart.
My mother is someone who made tough choices. She chose to be a mother when advised otherwise, and she continues to mother her children. (Additionally, my oldest nephew is adopted. I’m thankful his birth mother believed his life was worth birthing. He’s a wonderful young man, and I can’t imagine life without him.) I wish I had the money to give her, so she could quit her job. I’d love for her to be able to visit waterfalls and volunteer at the hospital. Perhaps, in the future, I can give her that gift.
When I think about who I am and the kind of mother I needed, the Lord made the right call. My mom is not a know-it-all loudmouth. She has opinions but usually keeps them close to her chest. When it comes to big life decisions, she rarely lets her view be known. She’s been in my corner through every move, job change, heart break, and self-destructive moment. I’m thankful she got to see me rise from the ashes too. The only distance between us is physical, and I’m blessed to have a good relationship with her.
So to you momma: thanks for choosing life. Thank you for choosing to be supportive over demanding. You’re the momma I needed, and the momma I love.