your mama

A couple of my friends lost their mom in a car wreck several years ago. Other friends tolerate relationships with their mothers ranging from strained to abusive to non-existent. Two friends struggled with infertility issues for years and almost adopted a baby only to have the birth mother change her mind at the last minute. Two others adopted a child; she’s now an adult, an addict, and a prodigal who’s left them to raise a grandchild. Some of my single friends long for a child of their own and don’t appreciate the reminder of another year ticking by. And one friend is currently undergoing shots, tests and ultrasounds to try to become pregnant. She’ll find out Monday—the day after Mother’s Day—if she’s carrying a baby.

Given all the complex emotions surrounding motherhood—being one or having one—I wish churches showed more sensitivity in recognizing Mother’s Day each year. I suppose there’s no harm in acknowledging it, but leaders must realize the day is not all corsages and overpriced buffets. For every woman experiencing hope or happiness this Sunday, another will be working through grief, regret, or anger.

So if you’re wrapping up (or just starting) your remarks for this weekend, please consider the range of life stages and hurts represented in your congregation. Each of the friends I mentioned will be in church this Sunday morning—they could be in your church.

Oh, and a hint for next year: this does not mean adding baby dedication to the morning’s activities. Wound, here’s some salt—start rubbing.