For
mothers who gave birth to children, for mothers who adopted their children, for
women who became mothers by marrying into a family with children…for women who
have been mothers for a long time and women who are celebrating their first
mothers day…we pray.
For mothers
to be, for mothers with multiple children, for mothers in committed
relationships, for single mothers…we pray.
For
mothers who are super creative and come up with wonderful ways to spend rainy
days indoors…we pray.
For
mothers who kiss the same boo-boo twenty times in one hour because that’s what
their child needs…we pray.
For
mothers who courageously sit in the passenger seat and teach their teenager how
to drive…we pray.
For
mothers who endlessly entertain their children on long car trips with stories,
toys, and songs…we pray.
For
mothers who don’t find the oatmeal on their shirt from breakfast until later in
the afternoon and instead of get frustrated or embarrassed, they just laugh
because breakfast actually went well this morning…we pray.
For mothers
of screaming children in the grocery stores…we pray.
For
mothers who are cheerleaders, sideline coaches, waiting in the wings-stage
moms…we pray.
For
mothers who sing “wheels on the bus” and “puff the magic dragon” and make up
their own silly songs to sing to and with their little ones as they dance
around the house together…we pray.
For
mothers who have run to the grocery store forty times already this week and yet
the teenager just won’t stop eating everything in the house…we pray.
For
mothers who feel like unappreciated taxi drivers…we pray.
For
mothers who rub backs and necks and play with hair at bed time and those who
long for the days when their children still wanted them that close…we pray.
For mothers
who stay up until well after midnight helping their children with the math
homework or whatever the hell kind of homework it is and who cares because it’s
too damn late for this…we pray.
For
mothers who have already seen the movie Frozen twenty-two times this
month…keeping in mind that the month isn’t even half over…we pray.
For
mothers of children in away in foreign lands to study abroad, for mothers of
children who live hundreds of miles away, for mothers of children who serve in
the military…we pray.
For mothers
who have just recently become empty-nesters and those whose children might live
with them forever…we pray.
For
mothers who sit quietly and anxiously in NICUs, by hospital beds, in emergency
rooms, and in urgent care centers, who wish so desperately that the love in
their heart could simply make their child well…we pray.
For mothers
whose patience is running out and yet they still manage to take a deep breath
before loosing their temper…we pray.
For
mothers who are tired from working a full-time job or multiple jobs and then
being up late at night with a sleepless child, but are mostly tired of being told
they look tired…we pray.
For
mothers who will do anything to help their children study for an AP Biology
exam: including, but not limited to, dancing around the kitchen to act out the
life cycle of malaria…we pray.
For
mothers who are navigating the dating world following the death or divorce of a
spouse or life-partner…we pray.
For
Mothers who find themselves pregnant yet again and then endure the teasing of
“don’t you know how it happens?” and the mothers who long to be pregnant again
and for whatever reason it just isn’t happening…we pray.
For
mothers who thought they were in a relationship where they would have support
in their role as a parent and now find themselves in a one-sided relationship
where there is no common support for children…we pray
For
mothers who are working multiple jobs, worried about health-coverage, and just
barely able to support their children through the help of family and friends
and government assistance…we pray.
For mothers who are incarcerated or are on probation and for the mothers who work for justice and peace…we pray.
For mothers who are incarcerated or are on probation and for the mothers who work for justice and peace…we pray.
For
mothers who have limited capacities, poor resources, and minimal support
systems…we pray.
For
mothers who make bad decisions; both large and small…we pray.
For
mothers who struggle with addictions and mental health issues…we pray.
For those
who were abused by their mothers…we pray.
For those
who never knew or trusted their mothers…we pray.
For the
birthmothers who have the courage and the wisdom to know that they cannot take
care of another human being at this point in their lives so they give their
child up for adoption…we pray.
For the
birthmothers who don’t have that wisdom or the resources to care for another
human being and have their children taken away…we pray.
For women
who open their hearts and their lives time and time again to foster children
who cannot be with their biological families…we pray.
For women
who thought they would be married with at least one, maybe two, children by
now, but none of that is the case and their hearts are filled with ache and
disappointment…we pray.
For women
who see that plus sign on a pregnancy test and now begin to freak out about how
much life is going to change.
For women
who long to be pregnant and go through years and years of heartbreak and other
mothers baby showers and questions by strangers about their family plans…we
pray.
For
mothers who were only mothers for a brief amount of time – weeks or maybe months
– before they find themselves without child…we pray.
For
mothers who burry their children…we pray.
For
spouses and life-partners who thought the woman they married was going to be
the mother of their children forever and ever and now for whatever reason that
is not the case…we pray.
For those
who had to say good-bye to their mothers too soon…or just recently…we pray.
For the
women who may not have children of their own and the women who do, but they are
also mothers to so many others in various ways…we pray.
For those
who know how difficult and nuanced Mother’s Day can be…we pray.
For those
who feel Mothers Day in their hearts many times throughout the entire year…we
pray.
Amen.