“Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other.”
Romans 12:10 NLT
I believe that all of us are called to mother another. We mother the world that shows up at our doorstep whether we call it mothering or not. We mother whether we’re married or we’ve ever borne down in the battle cry of birth or not.
We mother because we’re called to it — this flinging a life preserver to a drowning sister, child, college student, teenager, grandmother with the soft wafer thin skin, or that kid who always shows up at your backdoor the second you’ve turned off the ignition.
We mother because we can’t not.
Because there are friends in the cubicle next to us who have been hurt and need a soft, safe place to come undone. We mother because we’ve watched our grandmas make slow, determined soup for the sick. We mother because the next door neighbor can’t change her tire in the blistering March wind and of course we call AAA for her and wait and shuffle feet and rub cold hands because she asked for help. Because, of course.
This is what we do. We love with all the genuine affection in our hearts, and we delight in honoring each other. We give ourselves away — little bits and pieces of who we are, of our courage, of our deep faith even on the nights we’re the most afraid. We bear down and we find ways to bring life to people desperate for air.
Every single woman who loves, sacrifices, encourages, tends, cares, raises, praises, shapes, forms, nurtures, and releases the people who become part of the next generation, no matter how you came to be connected with them, is doing an amazing, mothering work. And this month as we celebrate our earthly mothers, we celebrate you, too.
We believe in you and champion you and we will watch a generation raised up because of you. Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you for all that you are and all that you do.
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By Lisa-Jo Baker, from the (in)courage archives.