Beloved friends,
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From a very early age Taylor knew there was something different about our family, and it never seemed to bother her. About this time of year from 1st grade on, she would come home telling a version of the same story- over the years becoming more and more eloquent and articulate about this difference.
Having 2 moms was a big deal on the eve of Mother’s Day you see, and it was very important to her that she be allowed to make 2 macaroni noodle cards or whatever the special project/gift was that year. And she did without fail. I suspect there were times she had to advocate for extra time or materials and maybe had a few eyebrows raised but she did it and learned early on what I think this holiday is really all about; what I choose to call, Mothering Love.
Mothering love, from my perspective has very little to do with procreation or progeny for that matter and instead, everything to do with a kind of love that is willing to risk discomfort for the sake of another. It is in fact the kind of love that we will hear about in scripture when Jesus says: “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends…”
Mother’s Day, in the way we now approach it as a “greeting card, flowers, breakfast in bed” kind of holiday has lost almost all of its primary intent. Originally, this day was proposed as Mother’s Peace Day in 1870 by activist Julia Ward Howe to underscore the pain and suffering caused by the Civil War- particularly to the mothers who were watching their sons be sent off to war. It was a call to women everywhere to come together in solidarity against war of all kinds.
Then in 1912 (42 yrs. later), President Woodrow Wilson’s made an official declaration dropping the word peace, leaving us with a still important, but somewhat more innocuous holiday celebrating the role of Mother’s in our lives. Over the years, this holiday has become a veritable landmine of emotionally charged and obfuscated landscapes for many to traverse. It is also a very hard day for many women who have themselves lost children or the dream of becoming a mother or any other myriad of complicated contexts.
So, this Sunday I invite us to celebrate and respect the various facets of this day. May we refocus our hearts and minds by remembering the origins of this day by honoring Julia Ward Howe’s witness for peace lifting up the power of Mothering Love in each of our lives- how we experience it, how we offer it and how we can source that kind of love through following Jesus’ Way of Love.
I end today with words that will be used in both our liturgies this Sunday. Written by Elizabeth Hagan, a Baptist minister who shares openly about her struggle with infertility and what it took every year to survive the discomfort of this holiday eventually reclaiming the power of Mothering Love. They will be offered by the women in my family and the Mothering Love they share with me every day. May they touch you as deeply as they do me.
Mothers come in many different forms, and today we remember them all.
For those women who have left earth too soon and in whom we miss dearly.
For every woman who is raising children now making sacrifices for her children’s becoming. For those women who have taken in others’ children through adoption and foster care, showing us that the love of God far extends beyond biological ties.
For those women with grieving hearts for children that could have been with futures so different from what they planned. For the special neighbors, teachers, and friends who’ve nurtured us, supported us and helped us to become the people we are today. For mothers in which our relationships are complicated, difficult or strained, but who have forced us to choose healthier paths for our lives.
Mothering God, help us all to reflect more of your compassion, kindness and strength to those around us today.
Thank God for all of these mothers in our lives. AMEN.
-By Elizabeth Hagan
And may you never forget that you are loved,
Lisa