Tulips make me think of Mother's Day.
Thirty four years ago, my mother was pregnant with me in Michigan on Mother's Day.
Her second daughter.
Tulips are a big thing in Michigan because of the dutch roots there.
I went on an adoptive mother's retreat this weekend. It was wonderful.
Our speaker was Sherrie Eldridge, well known author and adoptee who speaks
strongly on the subject of grief.
She talked about doing a grief box for yourself or your kids...where you put things in there that remind you of all the times in your life you have hurt. She talked about how her birthmother rejected her later in life, and the profound effect that had on her. She said to then pray over the items in the box and ask God to release you of their symbolic hold on your life. Then you think of a thanksgiving for each grief...maybe lessons learned, or the way God provided in that sadness and pain.
I will be making a grief box very soon.
You see, Mother's Day is a loaded holiday for so many people.
For my dear friend, it brings the pain of the suicide
of her mother and the miscarriage of her 3rd child.
For another sweet friend, this day may bring about the pain of her only daughter being born brain injured 7 years ago, who will never be able to make her
breakfast in bed or kiss her and say,
"I love you, Mommy."
For another friend, Mother's Day surely makes her miss her mother who is in Texas while she is half way around the world doing the Lord's work.
For countless others...Mother's Day reminds them of their barrenness, or their baby born into the arms of Jesus....or their wayward grown child who has left and broken their hearts.
I know of 3 women who are probably thinking about the babies born to them and placed for adoption,
the very children who bless my day beyond my wildest dreams.
Yes, Mother's Day is a loaded holiday for so many.
I won't be calling my mother tomorrow.
Not because she is gone from this earth.
Not because I am angry at her.
But because she chose not to have a relationship with me some time ago.
It has caused me the deepest sorrow I have felt in my entire life.
To be unwanted. To feel unloved.
I am in therapy now...and it is proving to be a very healing experience.
I wish I could give my mother tulips on Mother's Day.
I wish I had my mother with me. I wish she knew how to love me.
I wish her mother had known how to love her better.
Instead, I send my love in my prayers...respect for her position as the only mother I have.
Mother's Day is a joyous celebration for me because I have been blessed with four beautiful children.
I pray every day that I will know how to love my kids well...that I will stop the cycle.
It is also a sad day for me...and many of my friends.
Grief mingled in with joy.
Isn't that how so much of life goes?
So I say to you...Happy Mother's Day.
Or maybe not so happy.
Either way, we are deeply and unconditionally loved by our Father who is ALL things to us on this earth and for eternity...and for that I can be joy filled on this day.
My prayer is that you will be too.