I am rejoicing in the two children who call me Mama.
I am celebrating my own mom and the many lessons she has taught me.
I am remembering the five little ones who I will see in Heaven.
I am very much missing my mother-in-law, who went to be with the Lord just over three months ago.
And I am empathizing with friends and family who are also remembering and missing children or mothers today.
I’m okay with that, ultimately, but it’s not always comfortable, especially when you are trying to explain it to someone whose life seems to have been relatively uncomplicated (although I am learning more and more that everyone's life is messy, just in different ways).
Today, I’m in rejoicing and celebrating and remembering and missing and empathizing, all at the same time. And while I do that, I'm worshiping the One who gives meaning to motherhood, who sits with me in this mess and then carries me through it.
Because that is this beautiful, complicated, messy life this side of Heaven.