This Sunday is Mother’s Day in the US. I didn’t realize it until I did a little research, but in most countries Mother’s Day is observed, although the holiday has different meanings and is celebrated on different dates.
I even discovered that in some countries, it is offensive not to mark Mother’s Day. In others it is a little-known festival sometimes only covered by the media to share with the audience the culture from another country.
On Sunday, I will be “celebrating” the mom(s) in our family and thanking God that we have a great heritage of godly women who have passed along the faith to those after them.

Today, though, I wanted to acknowledge my children . . . after all, they made me a Mom. I have recently had the opportunity to talk at length with each of my daughters. We talked about different things, but we all share the desire for God to be glorified in us. Daily I watch my son live out his faith in selfless, loving ways. I am so blessed!
Admittedly, I wouldn’t be able to say with all honesty that I have loved being a mom every moment of every day. I mean, some days I wished for no kids to be around . . . I got annoyed with arguing, complaining, whining. My kids were most certainly not perfect. 🙂 And I chose to be a certain kind of mother. That is, I set up certain rules, I disciplined and cared for my children in my own way, and I had my ideas of how to best parent them. But the reality is that my kids have all made their own choices to become who they are today. While I wish I could take credit, I realize that much of who they have become has had little to do with me. Really.