“one of the worst things about being a parent, for me, is the self-discovery, the being face to face with one's secret insanity and brokenness and rage.” ― Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions
Yesterday we had the opportunity to take some family photos at a somewhat local park as a Mother's day gift.
You'll notice this picture is not my entire family.
If you've been with me a while, you know Mother's day is not my favorite holiday. Remember the glitter and the glue?
I would wager that Mother's day is difficult for the majority of women.
Yet Walmart continues to run an ad and Hallmark continues to make a card.
And for many, it's a day of deep sadness or disappointment. Or both.
As I stood taking this picture yesterday, wind blowing in my hair and trying to figure out if I was supposed to cross my left arm over my right or vice versa, I reminded myself that women show up.
We show up and we stay.
Even if no one else does.
Even if we don't want to.
It was women who showed up at the crucifixion. It was women who showed up at the tomb.
Some of you wake up this morning without a mom. I see you today showing up for the remaining parent, for your siblings, for your own family.
Some of you wake up this morning having never had children. I see you today being the most fabulous aunt, the best godparent, the most encouraging teacher.
Some of you wake up this morning having had children who are no longer with us. I see you today continuing to put one foot in front of the other.
Some of you wake up this morning having had children who don't celebrate with you. I see you today loving them unconditionally from a far.
I see each of you today showing up and staying.
Mama Warriors, social media can be an ugly beast of comparison on a holiday.
Maybe today you gift yourself a fast from scrolling.
You read a book instead. Or binge your favorite comfort show.
Take a moment to celebrate yourself for showing up and staying even when Mother's day doesn't look like you wish it did.
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