Mother’s day brings to mind things that I don’t often think about anymore. While I have four living children, I had two other pregnancies that ended at around seven weeks gestation. Both of these losses were devastating. On Mother’s day I think of these two children who were so small that I don’t know their genders. One of these children was very my very first pregnancy. The other was my third pregnancy.
On Mother’s Day I also think of my three stepsons and all of the “stuff” that comes with being a step mother. It is a fine line to walk, to be supportive and loving without over stepping the invisible boundaries. There are bittersweet memories of things like helping with homework and realizing that their mother was not really capable of helping them with it.
I look to the Blessed Mother now and pray that I can learn from her even know that my children are grown and nearly grown. I pray that I can achieve even some small part of the goal to be like Her.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for all the gifts you have given me. Thank you for my children and my stepsons. Each of them has taught me something.
Amen.
White smoke rising from the chimney of the Sistine Chapel
