For the mothers under a cross

This Mother’s Day we acknowledge every mother who has spent time under a cross.

We see you, mother who is waiting for a positive pregnancy test, for the word “viable,” for the fear of “never” to be over.

We see you, mother who had to hold your child as they breathed their last, or who never got to say goodbye, whose beloved was stolen from your arms but never from your heart.

We see you, mother who has had to watch IVs, CT scans, endless blood draws, and long nights at hospital beds.

We see you, mother whose child has turned away and has built a wall of bitterness and hate between the two of you.

We see you, mother who has failed your child- in addiction, in depression, and in any way that was beyond your control.

We see you, mother whose brown boys and girls are in a war for their lives, who has to release them to God every time they walk out the door, and who fears until they return.

We see you, brave mother who had to flee what was familiar to attempt to get to what was safe, who crossed deserts, swam oceans, rowed rafts, all for love, all for their children.

We see you, mother who has had to adjust your dreams for your child from what you wanted to what your child needed.

We see you, mother of children in a pandemic, who is exerting every ounce of energy left, who is numb from long hours and lack of boundaries between work and home, and who feels “never enough” most days.

We see you, mother who go has had to shelve your own pain, your own grief, your own longings, and your own fears, for the sake of the your children.

We see you, mother who sees the sideways glances, the stares, the disgust of those who do not understand the gift that is your child.

We see you, mother whose children drink from diseased water, whose children have empty, swollen bellies, who knows no life other than misery and want.

We join you today, under your cross, like John joined Mary under Jesus’. We stand with you, we see you, and we grieve with you. And we hope by some amazing miracle, we will stand together at an empty tomb of victory. Oh how we will celebrate with you in that day. But today, may our tears flow together from hearts that love, from the heart of a mother.

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