I miss my mom every day. She’s been in heaven for twelve years. I try not to be sad about her being gone, especially on Mother’s Day. She would want me to celebrate, not mourn. I love Mothers Day, the flowers, the special brunch, and cards from my kids, but oh how I wish she could be included more than with just memories.
Sometimes I allow myself to get a bit carried away with my imagination when I’m missing her. I wonder what awesome things she’s doing up there. Is she at a Mothers Day brunch in heaven? I rationalize my wild thoughts, “Since there is a “Wedding Supper of the Lamb, and other mentions of heavenly feasts in the Bible, why not a brunch for mothers?”
I imagine what this brunch looks like. Flowers of marvelous colors in silver vases. And crystal bowls filled with fruit. And bread. And an angelic string quartet. And maybe a dance floor for mother-son dances. I did warn you that I get a bit carried away with my imagination.
I envision who is sitting at my mother’s table. Eve, Mrs. Noah, Sarah, Rebecca, Rahab, Ruth, Naomi, Mary, Eunice, and Lois! Wow! A banquet hall filled with the sheroes (lady heroes) of faith! All sharing their motherhood testimonies.
Someday I’ll have her introduce me to her friends.
Happy Mothers Day!
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Happy Mother’s Day! Even though I miss my mom terribly, I know we’ll be together for Mother’s Day again someday.