Each year at this time we set aside the Sunday to celebrate mothers everywhere. For many though, this is not an easy day for them for different reasons. . To be a mom is a high privilege, but for those of us in different stages of motherhood, we also value you. A few years ago I received this poem that so accurately reflects how every lady is to be honoured regardless of their status.

To those who gave birth this year to their first child we celebrate with you.

To those who lost a child this year we mourn with you.

To those who are in the trenches with little one every day and wear the badge of food stains we appreciate you.

To those who experienced loss this year through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away we mourn with you.

To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears and disappointment we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t mean to make this harder than it is.

To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms we need you.

To those who have warm and close relationships with your children we celebrate with you.

To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children we sit with you.

To those who have lost their mothers this year we grieve with you. To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother we acknowledge your experience.

To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood we are better for having you in our midst.

To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year we grieve and rejoice with you.

And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising we anticipate with you.

This Mothers Day, we will walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midst. We remember you. Author unknown