A New View on Mother’s Day


All of us know women who are crushed on Mother’s Day, simply because they have not borne or raised a child.  I have been somewhat helpless to comfort these women, but this post from the (in)courage blog, puts a new light on celebrating Mother’s Day.

It is GENDER which defines motherhood!  (At least, so far!  😉  )   All women have the innate “gene” to mother, guide, care for, assist others.

This (in)courage post by Lisa-Jo Baker by, explains this position better than I:

Let’s Celebrate All Women This Mother’s Day

May 02, 2015 01:20 AM CST | Lisa-Jo Baker, “who lives in between countries, callings & kids, believes motherhood should come with its own superhero cape,”

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 women do.

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.

These are the women who remember to keep naming their progeny — joy and determination and grit and evangelization and Psalms and prophecy and preaching all the time between the waves of all this life that sometimes we slip and call “ordinary.”

We mother and motherhood is its own mission field and no one is disqualified from serving.

Some days we might not have the faith to believe it.

But Jesus. He leans in and lives in between the women who mothered Him — supporting His ministry and His meals and testifying to His resurrection and His eternal life.

The mothers. Wrinkled bosoms and foreheads and hands wrung right out with wondering if they matter.

Right there in between everything else that is flitting like so much distraction come the words of life between the discouraged and the encourager, between the beaten and the Samaritan, between the hopeless and the lover.

“Woman, why are you weeping?”

And He charges us to go — to run — to take His Good News far and wide and beyond this arbitrary line of who has born a baby of her body instead of her words.

So we cradle it in our arms and we bring it to the generation who needs milk. These words dripping milk and honey.

We will believe with you and champion you and we will watch a generation raised up because of you.

Mothers, every one.

We mother and motherhood is its own mission field and no one is disqualified from serving.


Let’s think of our friends who may feel low when Mother’s Day rolls around.  Let’s celebrate their mothering nurturing!  I challenge you to reach out to someone!


About 9awalsh

A genealogist and writer who has uncovered legacy stories which must be told. I also write a blog, Deciphering Life, trying to figure out why life becomes so tangled -- www.9awalsh.wordpress.com
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