There are many mothers who are feeling empty on this Mother’s Day. They are mothers who have lost a child from sickness, accident, war, killing, and for them it’s a day of sadness. Some mothers have many children and they all live to call themselves old, and other mothers have few children and one or two die before she does. In my heart of hearts I know there are reasons why these things happen. And we have to trust the reasons. I can’t comprehend what it means to lose a child, to feel that kind of sadness, and how it affects a woman. I’ve no way of knowing how a mother continues, only that many do.
The pain, the suffering, the forgiving, and finally the healing take time. A mother goes through it in her own way. We’re all too aware that children die every day. And every day women find a way to recover from the shock, and somehow continue to heal and live a happy life. Their belief in Life makes it possible, and the pain and suffering they experience eventually bring them to a different understanding of themselves and of Life. They don’t forget, they never forget the child who died. That memory stays intact.
And even though their child is no longer in this world; that child is most likely in a better place for having spent time on earth with them. Indeed, the relationship with that particular mother in this lifetime was a very, very important one for both of them.
Happy Mother’s Day.