Mother’s Day has always been bittersweet for me. Before, it was because of the sadness of not being able to have a child for so long. (We were married 14 years before I got pregnant, but God’s timing is perfect. Of that I am confident.) Now, the sadness comes because I cannot celebrate the holiday with my own dear Mom.
Nevertheless, I know she sees the flowers I gave her that adorn her grave and that she is smiling down on me, pleased that I have joined the ranks of those whom are blessed to be called “mother.”