When I moved up to Dallas 7 years ago I knew my life would be very different. I was very close with all of my family and would spend every Sunday with them, every holiday would be spent with both sides of the family. It was great. Then I moved to Dallas, weekends and holidays looked very different. I remember one Mother’s Day, I went to church, then went back to my apartment made a sandwich and spent it feeling very lonely.
I read an article yesterday that my friend shared and you can read it here. This article made me think back to that particular Sunday. Caleb was with my parents at that time and although I was a mother, that Sunday I had no one to celebrate with.
Over the years I have made so many wonderful friends. Some that I would now consider family. I love them dearly. And over the years I have shared good times, bad times, achievements and personal struggles that they walk through. And one of them particularly is Mother’s Day.
For my single friends, Valentines Day is labeled “Single Awareness” for those that are “relationally challenged”. And for most single people, Valentine’s Day is not a huge deal. Ok great, we don’t have a significant other. Who cares. But there are a few that are reminded on this day that they have no one to share this with. No one to remind them how loved & special they are. Because let’s face the facts, everyone needs to be reminded of that. Married or Single.
Then there are other holidays, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Yet another reminder that while married folks spend holidays split between different sides of the family, those that are “relationally challenged” spend it either alone or with their parents.
But then there is Mother’s Day. The dreaded reminder that not only are they not married, but they are not a mother. A mother to only a dream. A dream that with every passing year, seems less and less likely in the realm of reality.
I know that I am not single. I’m married and have two children which by the way are freaking phenomenal. And I really have no right to write this post. But my heart hurts for my friends. I know that there is a burning desire for being loved, feeling special, carrying the title ‘wife’ and ‘mom’.
I know that anything I say will just be dumb. Because I don’t get it. I don’t fully understand their pain and struggle.
But sweet friends, I want you to know that you are incredibly loved. You are uniquely special. You are worthy of all of those desires you carry. Please don’t let your dreams die because time doesn’t seem to be on your side. You have to remember who God is. He is the author of time. He is the master creator. He’s love for you is so deep and so wide. He is working out every single detail of your life. I know that without a shadow of doubt, He will grant every single one of your desires. And I truly cannot wait to celebrate with you.
I hope you know how much I love and pray for you, your spouse and your children!