Today I will celebrate these boys for giving my life purpose.
You are the poem I dreamed of writing,
The masterpiece I longed to paint.
You are the shining star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled.
You are my child.
Now with all things I am blessed.
Today I will honor the two mothers who made me mother.
Not a day is ever through
till we’ve thanked the Lord for you.
Your sweetness lingers near
in our hearts and thoughts and prayers.
You gave more than just one life
when you made of this man and wife,
a Father and a Mother.
When you gave the gift we could not give each other.
You have changed our lives forever.
Only you and God above
could give this gift of love
we could not give each other.
And give thanks for the mother that raised the man I love the most in this world.
“Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing.”
~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
To those that are very much reminded of their infertility today, my heart is with you.
“To those who are barren and unable to bear offspring, our deepest sympathy is extended. Let us quote for the consolation of those who are not blessed with the procreative power a statement from the Prophet Brigham Young: ‘Let me here say a word to console the feelings and hearts of all who belong to this Church. Many of the sisters grieve because they are not blessed with offspring. You will see the time when you will have millions of children around you. If you are faithful to your covenants, you will be mothers of nations. You will become Eves to earths like this, and when you have assisted in peopling one earth, there are millions of others still in the course of creation. And when they have endured a thousand million times longer than this earth, it is only as it were at the beginning of your creation. Be faithful and if you are not blessed with children in this time, you will be hereafter.’ “
(Deseret News, Vol. 10, p. 306, October 14, 1860.) (Spencer W. Kimball, fireside address delivered in San Antonio, Texas, 3 Dec. 1977, 24–26).
And of course, my heart is very aware of my friends who are hurting on Mother’s Day–because they have lost children, because they have lost mothers, because they are not yet mothers, because they have placed their children with other mothers. I know mothers who will hurt because of all of these circumstances today.
I am praying for you. May you find peace today.
“Every one of us can mother someone–beginning, of course, with the children in our own families but extending far beyond. Every one of us can show by word and by deed that the work of women in the Lord’s kingdom is magnificent and holy. I repeat: We are all mothers in Israel, and our calling is to love and help lead the rising generation through the dangerous streets of mortality.”
-Sheri L. Dew, “Are We Not All Mothers?,” Ensign, Nov 2001, 96
…no matter which type of mother you are.