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Mother's Day ... And why I don't always celebrate

Unless you're living in Outer Mongolia, you've been inundated with Mother's Day ads. Apparently, we moms are dying to have buckets of perfume, a shopping spree, expensive handbags and a multitude of other "things" that will prove a child's love.

Of course, we moms know that none of that really matters. Yes, gifts are nice, but it's more the acknowledgement, the love, the thoughtfulness of the day that matter to us.

And yet, I don't always celebrate.

I remember all those years when my heart was broken with infertility, and all the moms were asked to stand in church for a special blessing. I pray for all those women who suffer this pain.

It's hard to celebrate when your child is in the hospital, or in jail. I've been there a LOT. It's just a broken and hopeless feeling - one of those things a mom cannot fix. I pray for all those moms who will face this feeling on Sunday.

This will be the first Mother's Day without my mom. I can hardly bear to look at bouquets of flowers (Mom always said fresh flowers were better than a psychologist). I can't believe I won't talk to her on Sunday. I pray for all of us who are missing our moms this Sunday.

Since my kids have a birth mother, I can only imagine how Mother's Day feels for her. Despite the choices she made that led to her children being placed for adoption, she is a woman who gave them life. She loved them enough for that. I pray for all the moms who've made a choice for adoption, those who've had the choice made for them.

Sometimes, it's hard to look at the choices our kids have made. We want better for them. We want more for them. We can see where they are going astray. We talk, we pray, we weep. Motherhood is not for the faint of heart; it's tough to watch your kids do stupid stuff, dumb stuff, sinful stuff ... and end up broken because of it. I pray for those moms - and I'm in this boat - that stand on the sidelines of their kids' lives and hold them close to a mother's broken heart.

Like every celebration, Mother's Day is bittersweet. We moms will hold our kids close this weekend, and we will be joyful. But many of us will think of the children lost, those who wander, those for whom we suffer. Yes: Happy Mother's Day, and let's be good to those who can't quite celebrate.

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