Joe and I come to Mother’s Day and holidays like this with completely different perspectives- and those differences became front and center when I became a mother. Joe still struggled with the memories of what he lost and has struggled with depression this time of year. Whereas for myself, I saw Mother’s Day as a reason for celebration. Especially since my role as a mother was my primary identity, or at least the task that defined almost all of the hours in my day. How do we celebrate Mother’s Day well when our emotions around the day are so different?
But over the years as I have tried to understand his pain and how it affects him, God gave me a whole new level of understanding- that the work I do as a mother every day is indeed significant and that my influence in my children’s lives can follow them many years into the future. As Joe and I talk about this issue every year, God has continued to bring beauty of ashes!