Motherhood is amazing and all of you mothers are amazing and your poise is unmatched and you are the most powerful and awesome things in the world.
And now that I have the standard Mother’s Day sentiments out of the way, please allow me to give you a very different kind of Mother’s Day column this year, because you and I both know that the reality of motherhood is often way more gritty than pretty.
Especially when one is a single mother or a struggling mother.
On this wonderful Mother’s Day Sunday, churches will be filled with families made up of a husband/father, a wife/mother and children who, along with the father, adore and revere that mother of the home. There will be cherubic smiles, probably a fancy dinner for mom after service and a near elevation to sainthood status of the matriarch in the midst.
But there will also be single/struggling moms for whom the day is very different. There will be the lady who either through abandonment or widowhood or even through her own poor choices is struggling to raise a child/children for the Lord on her own. She likely cried herself to sleep the night before just thinking of the next day and then awoke to battles best faced by two parents when she is the only one there to face them.