Today I did some shopping with my 9-year-old niece, and we bought a few gifts for our family Mother’s Day Celebration. I am so very grateful to be a part of a family that celebrates the village of women and does not distinguish Mother’s Day only by if you have birthed children.
As I was paying at this store, the clerk asked me if I was a Mother? I said, No, I am not, but I have all the joy with having my nieces and nephews in my life.
It was clear the store was prepared to give away lots of small flower bouquets lined up behind the counter. My niece said, “I bet you’re not going to get a flower.” Johanna and I went on to discuss how in our family we celebrate women and we talked about our village.
The innocent comment caused an awkward silence as I could feel the struggle of the clerk who reluctantly offered for us to pick a bouquet to give to someone we know who is a mother. I asked Johanna if she would like to and she eagerly chose one for my Mom and explained to the lady she would give it to my mother, her Beppe.
I walked away with 5 gift bags in hand and Johanna proudly carrying her flowers for her Beppe. I felt sad for the woman behind the counter who did not seem very comfortable responding to women who are not mothers. I said a prayer for those who will engage her with tender hearts this Mother’s Day.
I hope and pray that each of us will consider the impact of our words on Mother’s Day and every other day. Sensitivity and kindness can bring conversations that are honoring and life-giving. I hope that you will consider ways that you acknowledge the village of women who support you and love you well. Offer words of gratitude or stories of how your life is enriched by the investment of women who surround you.
This is a picture of my tribe of women. I am thankful for them each and every day. They affirm me, believe in me, pray for me, speak truth to me, laugh and cry with me, and I am a better woman because of them. I am deeply grateful for each and everyone this Mother’s Day.
Blessed Be His Name!