When Mother's Day is Hard

What does every mother want for mother’s day?

I don’t know about you, but I want to hear from my kids and if at all possible, see them.  Second, I want to recognize my mom and tell her how much she is loved.  

For some though, Mother’s Day is sometimes hard. They still love their kids to pieces, but the brokenness of mental illness in even one of their kids lives can make for a difficult day.

He’s off his meds and homeless and the text never comes.

She’s living who knows where with who knows who and that call doesn’t happen.

He’s never going to visit because he can’t bear to see one of his siblings that he’s wronged.

Whatever the reason you feel forgotten by someone you have so much love for. What will these moms be doing this Mother’s Day? They may put on their happy face and even be happy for the most part. They’ll still appreciate their mom and tell her so in their own special way.

But they’ll also have a sad spot in their heart for that son or daughter. They’ll know that he or she loves them even though that call won’t come or that visit won’t happen. There’ll be moments where tears will flow. They’ll feel helpless to help them. They may have a hard time not dwelling on all that the mental illness has taken from their child. They’ll long to hug their child and tell them how much they love them and how much God loves them.

Things may be getting worse and they’ll wonder if this is the last Mother’s Day that their child will be living. The longing to make it all better will be a big part of their day even when the visit doesn’t happen or the text never comes. Even though they are happy for other moms they’ll stay off social media because it’s just too painful to see and read about those moms.If you are one of these moms, along with a big hug, this note from your son or daughter is for you.

Dear Mom, 

I just want to say Thank You.

Thank you for never giving up on me even when you don’t hear from me.

Thank you for wanting to take all of my burdens away.

Thank you for still loving me when my illness is manifesting some pretty ugly stuff.

Thank you for advocating for me when I don’t even know I need advocating for.

Thank you for praying for me.

Thank you for being there for me when I’m ready to get help.

Thank you for encouraging me even when I feel I don't deserve encouraging.

Thank you for seeking wisdom from God as to how best to help me.

Thank for educating yourself about mental illness and learning all you can about my disorder.

Most of all, thank you for being my Mom and showing me a glimpse of God’s great love for me by showing me yours.

Love, Your Son or Daughter