I want to share a piece written by a good friend of mine, Dagney Tucker. She was gracious enough to consent to allow me to share her post. I was touched by it and hope that you will be too. I hope to be able to share more of her posts here on Redwood Perspective in the future.
I am starting to see posts and commercials about Mother’s Day. There was even a contest posted asking children to use one word that describes their mother and why. Winners would receive a bracelet that had their word imprinted. As I read through the comments/entries I began to ponder what my word would be and could not imagine that if my mother were alive that she would want to wear it. My word would have been “evil” or “possessed.”
It was always hard for me seeing those pictures of endearing mother-daughter relationships as mine was far from that.
I was recently speaking with my friend Becca, who was having a hard time selecting a birthday card for her mother because nothing that she picked up reflected her true feelings.
I felt a sense of comfort to know that I was not alone. I think we all need reassurance that someone else understands our feelings, or has endured similar life circumstances and survived.
Not everyone has a relationship with their mother that is reflected on a Hallmark card or portrayed on a commercial for flowers. Some of us have relationships that would be better summed up on Dr. Phil or Jerry Springer.
This is certainly not limited to mothers. It extends to fathers as well. Not everyone had a family to be celebrated. Yet, when these holidays or days of celebration occur, we – those that were on the receiving end of abuse or hurt – find ourselves feeling out of place. If we do not participate, we are somehow marked as unforgiving or heartless. Perhaps, it is that we feel a sense of loss over something we never had but longed for. Whatever the case, it is a day where we can get sucked into a feeling far from happiness. There is no Hallmark card for that.
I recently heard a song that a dad wrote for his daughter and held back tears as I longed for a father like that – one who was a Christian, selfless and kind, that thought I was a treasure and celebrated me – one that loved me! I wanted my father to feel that way about me.
It was as I sat there holding back tears that I felt the warmest embrace. It encompassed my whole being. I felt as if God spoke directly to my heart saying you are the daughter of the One True King – a princess! I may not have had the most excellent father here on earth, but my Father in Heaven loves me even more than the best father on Earth can love a daughter.
For those of you who were fortunate enough to have loving parents, I celebrate them with you. This is indeed a special thing. Perhaps, not having had this myself, I can recognize even more so how special it truly is.
For those of you like me, those that find yourselves wanting to skip church on Mother’s Day, or avoiding the card aisle – join me in celebrating the greatest parent of all! We are all the sons and daughters of Christ.