The Mother of all Holidays

My mom and her 3 daughters.  I’m the cute one on her lap.

 I almost made it through today without someone wishing me a Happy Mother’s Day.  But alas, the well wishing came anyway.  FYI, I’m not a mother.

You don’t need to wish a single woman with no children a Happy Mother’s Day.  It’s just not necessary.  It would be like wishing me a Happy Hanukkah.  Again, not necessary.

People tell me that since I was a nanny, children’s minister and teacher, I’ve played an important role in the lives of hundreds of children.  I know that to be true, but it still doesn’t make me a mother.  And that’s okay; really it is.

It would have been wonderful to get married and have a family, but my life went down a different road.  Thankfully, I never heard the ticking of the proverbial biological clock.  I take that as God’s confirmation that he had other plans for me. 
So next year, please don’t feel pressured to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day.  You can just smile and say, “Hey, you are looking fabulous today.”  And then I can say, “That’s because I don’t have any children.”  J

Question:  How did you spend Mother’s Day?

He is Risen!

Happy Day after Easter.  He is still Risen.  He is still Risen Indeed! 

I have a vivid memory of an Easter morning from my childhood.  My mother must have awakened me slightly after making her Easter Bunny delivery to my room.  I rolled over to find a pink bunny in bed with me.  I didn’t find it odd or in my sleepy haze think, “Oh yes, of course, it’s Easter; that’s why there’s a strange pink bunny in bed with me.”  I just knew I loved him so I drew him close, cuddled, snuggled and went back to sleep.  I named him Droopy.

Like most little girls, my sisters and I always got a new outfit for Easter Sunday.  Each year of our lovely ensembles are chronicled in family photographs.  The year of my blue and white cowboy styled hat shall remain one of my favorite fashion faux pas.  (You may have seen me in a Glamour Magazine with a black bar across my face.) 
As a child, Easter was all about collecting eggs and hanging with my cousins; not the resurrection of Jesus.  Thankfully, I grew up and my view of holidays grew as well.  Christmas became more about anticipating the birth of the Messiah than the anticipation of two weeks off from school.  I also learned it truly did feel more blessed to give than to receive.
 Now, Easter is my favorite holiday, even topping a mashed potato and gravy filled Thanksgiving.  Without the resurrection story my faith means nothing.  (“…if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith.”  I Corinthians 15:14.)

I didn’t grow up in a church that observed Lent, Passover, Maundy Thursday or Good Friday.  In recent years I have participated in these services and it has made the Easter experience even more powerful.  This season I was blessed to take part in a three-night drama of the Passion of Jesus.  After Good Friday’s crucifixion scene, as people were silently leaving the sanctuary, I wanted to holler out, “Don’t worry, Sunday’s comin’!”

So I shall shout it from the rooftops, while wearing my new Easter outfit and hugging Droopy, “He is Risen!  He is Risen Indeed!!”  Hallelujah!!!
Question:  How did you do celebrate this Easter Sunday/Season?