This link above spoke to me as I pondered what Mother’s day meant to me as both a child and a mother.
Mother’s day always seemed more of a burden than a celebration, partly because my mother’s expectations were high. It seemed as though mom was perpetually trying to fill a hole bored deep in her soul by a childhood that was void of abundance, and often lacking in security.
It was only in the months leading up to her death that the bitterness and anger she so often displayed, and that often overshadowed our relationship, were replaced by a gentle acceptance of our love and care for her.
Mom’s last 4 days were filled with immeasurable grace, and I will treasure them always.