First, I will apologize. This blog is meant to be a reflection of my wedding photography business. People who come here expect to see photographs of beautiful brides, dashing grooms, and gorgeous weddings. And trust me when I tell you that I have toooooooons of that to share with you soon. But that’s not where my head… heart… is at right now.
It is usually Christmas when I’m trying to teach my boys about the bigger picture. About perspective. About grace. About blessings. But I find myself gaining more compassion… perspective… and appreciation during this holiday that doesn’t involve an entire season of planning. I’m eating a huge slice of humble pie, and shaking my head at my own selfish acts of the past as we approach this one holiday in which our appreciation for our mother’s is supposed to exponentially grow.
Mother’s Day of the past included breakfast in bed… or brunch… since Fraser always lets me sleep in. Something pretty to unwrap. Flowers to linger over. And a trip to the spa for my standard Mother’s Day 80 minute swedish. And if he ***dared*** get me the 50 minute swedish then he better prepare for that nice frying pan of his to do more than cook my bacon.
I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry.
Because never once did I stop to think about how many women out there are longing to be a mother, but can’t.
…or how many children have long since had their mother by their side.
…or how many husband’s would love to have just –one more day– to give a bouquet of roses to their wife because their children are too small to buy her a gift.
…or even those women who are fully grown, maybe a mother themselves, but have long since had to say good bye to their mother.
My insides hurt this Mother’s Day… and they shouldn’t, I know… but they do. I am healthy. I have three happy, healthy, and wonderful baby boys. A husband who buys me beautiful bouquets. My mother, and my wonderful mother-in-law, are just a phone call away… and I even still have both of my grandmothers alive. And yet, I can’t shake this feeling of guilt. Why do I get to have all of these things?
Why do I get to enjoy all of these blessings, when others out there have none… or others out there are fighting for their health, to stay with their babies, or longing for just one more day spent with their mother?
I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m not going to take it for granted for one second longer.
If you have a minute, and a spare dollar, please click on this photo and donate to my friend Michelle… who herself is fighting to make sure she stays with her babies… so they can continue to have Mother’s Day to celebrate.
