Today was Mother's day here in Mexico.
It is a BIG DEAL here. Which is funny/sad because Father's day is, um... not.
Don't even get me started on Mexican men and their mothers.
This morning it dawned on me that perhaps today would be difficult for my older girls.
I'd like to think it took so long to clue in to that because I just think of them as "my girls", but i think it had as much to do with the fact that I had to get over myself first, since in my head the show is more often than not about me.
Sometimes it takes awhile to get over myself. Sometimes it takes a long while.
All 'my' kids have other moms. And let me tell you, that never gets any less weird. But mostly it is heartbreaking that the world is so broken, and that some kids don't have a mom anymore and other kids' moms can't take care of them. Right now there are two of each of those in my house, and I realize yet again how much hurt must be buried under smiles and giggles and polite answers. How all the practical words and advice in the world is not going to change the fact that these kids were not raised by their mom.
So tomorrow, on Canadian Mother's Day, I am going to celebrate my Mom. But today I pray for all the children who grow up apart from their moms - I thank God for the ones who I am blessed to have in my life - and I humbly ask that He will give me the grace to play the part I have in their lives, big or small, in a way that shows them how much He loves them.
Won't you pray with me?