Mother's Day

Years ago I was told that Mother's Day was the least attended Sunday of the entire year. When I asked "why" I was told "Women don't like going to church and feeling guilty about all the things they are not doing, especially on Mother's Day." I've thought about that statement over the last few years and I've come to the conclusion that I completely disagree.

It's true, that the entire Sunday's program is usually "mom centered" and that we are bombarded with stories of fabulous women who have changed the lives of their children and others through their kindness, patience, wisdom and grace. I've decided that while I may not measure up to these women in the world's eyes, in my children's eyes I am that person. (You've got to love children's naivety.)

Because I am the one woman that my children spend the most time with, they blindly think that I am the bravest and strongest, that I run the fastest and longest, that I make the best cookies, that I'm the most creative, that I am all-knowing and that I do for others far more than I do for myself.

I love that I can do something completely out of my comfort zone, like play in a basketball game and never make a single point, yet from the sidelines I hear a chorus of four little voices cheering, "Go mom! You're the best!" I'm not sure how long my children will think I'm wonderful for -- my days could be numbered for all I know, but for now, I'll take it and enjoy every moment of it.

Here's to the incredible women of the world that will inevitably be recognized over the pulpit year after year and to the regular women who are anything but "regular" in the eyes of their own. Happy Mother's Day!