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THE TRUE GIFT OF MOTHER'S DAY

Flowers, jewelry, breakfast in bed. As Mother's Day approaches the focus on the perfect gift is everywhere. Even in my home the question of what do I want for Mother's Day has been asked. This year it made me stop and think. While we are told as moms we deserve a day all about us to be catered to and given gifts maybe, just maybe there is more to it. Mother's Day is not always a day to celebrate. For some the day is difficult and painful.
To the woman who longs to be a mother and is struggling with infertility.
To the woman who lost a child or only held her baby for a few minutes.
To the woman who never knew her mother.
To the woman living in fear for nine months begging God for a healthy baby due to a high-risk pregnancy.
To the woman who is pouring her love into an adopted or foster child
To the woman told she can't have more children because she would be putting her life at risk
To the woman who has lost her mother.
To the woman unable to care for her newborn due to postpartum depression
Happy Mother's Day!
Maybe because or someone I love is or has been in one or more of these situations I have a different perspective. What if those of us who have been blessed to have children, even if it wasn't without struggle would view that as our Mother's Day gift. Not the cards and flowers but would take the time to stop and think about the true gift we have been given to be a mother. No it is not easy whether you have one child or half a dozen, little people have a way of driving you crazy at times. I broke up several fights and caught one ready to splash in the toilet just in the time it took to write this short post. However, no question having the chance to be a mother is a gift and one not to be taken for granted. This year no matter your situation most likely you have had an impact on a child's life in one way or another and I hope you feel loved and special.

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