Mother's Day

Or is it Mothers' Day? Let's call Hallmark (the holiday maker) and see. Isn't it really just another day?

This is a bittersweet day for me. Bitter because my own mother is gone. I hope on days like these, God tells her how much she is still loved and missed down here on Earth by her three children and their father and all her grandchildren (even two of mine who were born after her death miss her, which might seem odd, but not to those of us who did know her).

Yet, today is sweet because I have three wonderful children who bless me every day in some way or another. Sweet because I have a sister who also happens to be my best friend. Sweet because I have brother who has always been there for me. Sweet because my father has always been the perfect example of what a father should be. Sweet because divorce does not mean in-laws have to become exes, too. Sweet because God heals all wounds in His time, and gives second chances to the seemingly hopeless. Sweet because the second chance given me loves me more than I ever could have imagined, and because his son has accepted me and my children. And not just his son, but the rest of his family, too. Sweeter still because at this very moment, it occurs to me that Mother's (Mothers') Day is not just a Hallmark holiday. It's really a day to take inventory of the undeserved blessings one has been given, and thank the Lord that it's NOT just another day.