Hey there, Mama. It’s a tough world out there. Expectations are higher than ever, and maybe you’re struggling to keep up. Maybe you’ve been running the race so hard you’re ready to drop. Or maybe you feel like you have more in common with the washing machine than any actual human these days—always spinning and spinning and if left too long in the mess, start to smell a little funky.
These days you go and go and go and it’s so easy to lose sight of why you’re doing this job. You just know that a job (or two or twenty-five) has to get done, and it often falls to you to do it. Even if you have the most spectacular Partner of the Year, it can still feel like you’re bearing the brunt of meeting needs and juggling schedules and balancing the household—often while working a paid gig, too.
You’re so busy handling everyone else, it’s easy for pieces of who you are to slip away until you no longer feel like anyone sees more than just the doer of all the things. The woman you once were has faded so far into the background, will anyone ever find her again?
But you are not invisible.
I see you, the woman whose heart and arms ache for the babies she’ll never hold. Or hold again.
I see you, the one who’s struggling to conceive, whose prayers seem to hit the ceiling.
I see you, the girl who’s afraid, not yet ready to bear the title of Mother.
I see you, the mother who gave up her child, whatever your circumstances. Your story matters.
I see you, the mother still waiting for the child growing in your heart rather than your body.
I see you, too, who once made a permanent choice not to become a mother then. Grace, peace, and wholeness are yours in Christ, too.
I see you, the momma who’s ragged, wondering when this phase will please, Jesus pass.
I see you, mom who has put in a twenty-hour day. Again.
I see you, there, the one trying to be everything to everyone…and failing more times than you succeed.
I see you, step-mama, loving on babies you’ve chosen, with all the joys and burdens that come with blending families.
I see you, with the empty nest who misses her chicks so much.
I see you, new momma struggling with all the feels–the extreme joys, the extreme blues, and every torrential downpour in between.
I see you, ripe with child and overflowing with hope for the new life growing inside you. And some worry, too. But so much hope.
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I see you, mother of teens and tweens, as you ride the roller coaster with those no-longer-babies. They need you more than ever.
I see you, single mom. Retired mom. Working mom. Stay at home mom. Rich mom. Poor mom. Proud mom. Mom whose child is a prodigal and hasn’t come home yet.
Dog mom. Cat mom. Guinea pig or rat mom.
And one of my favorite moms, Everybody’s Mom. You’ve got the best and biggest job of all, because whether or not you raised children of your own, you’ve influenced and loved on countless other kids over the years and should be seen, too.
On this day where we honor mothers everywhere, I also see you, daughters and sons. Those who have great moms. Those who didn’t. Those who long to feel their mothers’ arms wrap around them just one more time. Or who never got to feel them in the first place. Those abandoned or abused by their moms. Those with mothers so legendary, you feel you’ll never measure up.
But more importantly, God sees you (Psalm 33:13, Psalm 139). He sees your heart. He sees your struggles and all those hours you put in. He sees your highs, your lows. The moments of brightness and the moments of pain. The rejoicing, the sacrifice, the knees worn out in prayer. All the hours you’ve taught His Word and tried to be like Jesus. Even if you’ve fallen short there, too (Romans 3:23). Mama, we all fall short.
And better still, He loves you more than any child ever could. He loves you more than any parent ever could. Every mistake, every misstep, every crisis, every joy. Every blessing. He will never forget you (Isaiah 41:15).
So let’s, on this Mother’s Day, take a moment to count those blessings. To raise our hands, reaching out to our Daddy to meet the needs in the deepest parts of us and asking Him to hold us. To let Him show us all the ways, however big or small, that what we do makes a difference and is worth it. Or that it will be, one day.
Let’s take a moment to celebrate that motherhood has little to do with biology and everything to do with heart. That it’s a labor of love in far more ways than one.
And it’s a blessing.
YOU are a blessing. Thank you for all you do day in and day out to make someone’s world a better place. And let’s face it, in doing so, you make the whole world a better place. You have been given a passion and a purpose, by One who adores you so much more than the humans who depend on you. One who gave His very life for you because He knew YOU were worth it.
You will never, ever be invisible. Your impact will be visible for generations and right into eternity itself.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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