Unless you have been living under a rock (or maybe just not in North America) you’ll know that this past weekend was Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day can be a difficult day for women for a variety of different reasons, for some it heightens the awareness of their own infertility, for some it brings more tension into an already tense relationship with their own mother, and then for some it brings pain to the surface as they think of their children straying from the path the Lord set before them.
But sometimes Mother’s Day can even be hard for those like me who “have it all”, a wonderful relationship with my own mother (and my mother-in-law), and two great kids that I prayed hard for. And it took me till this year to realize that it had a little to do with my expectations and a lot to do with my attitude.
We all know that attitude is important, we want our children to do certain things (obey us, serve others, be nice to their siblings, be respectful to friends, etc) but if they do those things in action but have a poor attitude it’s pretty much pointless.
When I became a mother a few years ago I started to view Mother’s Day as my day, this year I decided to shift my thinking and remember that I am celebrating my mother (and my mother-in-law), so while I was peeling potatoes and making dessert I tried to keep my new perspective in mind and every time a nagging voice started whispering you shouldn’t have to do that this weekend, this is your weekend, I quickly shut it down and remembered that this was my chance to serve instead of being served. And do you know what? This was the best Mother’s Day I’ve ever had.
I’m not a fan of Mother’s Day gifts, at least not in the form of Jared buying them for me, I’m not his mother! (Just my view, I know lot of mothers who would not agree with me on this one.) This year I got the most adorable picture of a groundhog that Rae drew for me and the sweetest little card where she taped two of her own loonies to the back, she closed herself up in her room a few weeks before Mother’s Day just to make it. And Ephraim woke up and after Jared’s prompting came to me and said Happiest Mother’s Day, and it truly was.
So often I can see the poor attitudes in my own children but I fail to see it in me. I tell them to have a better attitude while I continue having a bad one myself.
One of my favorite passages is Hebrews 10:24 & 25:
And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works,
not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some,
but encouraging one another,
and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.
I’ve come to realize that my bad attitude or negativity can affect my ability to minister to my own children. Why would they want to listen to my words when my own actions don’t even follow what I am telling them? I’m not saying I need to be perfect (thank goodness for God’s mercy! I need it every single day), but I need to be striving to be like Christ more and more each day.
And right now, for me, that means on working on my attitude, because attitude truly makes a difference.