Mother's Day is upon us. Some of us struggle a little bit with this day. We often hear about the ones who lost their moms, the ones who never got to be a mom, or the ones who are estranged from their mom. There's another one we miss in that thoughtful analysis. There's the one who became a mom, has her mom still alive, even hears her voice occasionally on the phone. But her mom is not always THERE. The physical distance is not far. Yet she is not willing to be present. This woman struggles with the idea of embracing Mother's Day because her mom chooses her own wants over her children. I work in an environment where I see broken young women regularly. Some of them are in these scenarios. I used to do prison ministry in the local female prison. Their stories are similar. Mom loved them. But Mom chose drugs or alcohol or various men -- before considering her kids. And often times she was the most passionate mom who CLAIMED these kids were "her world," and that...
Jesus, take the wheel. It's been a ride. Raising teenage girls (including triplets). Lots of wisdom to share. Lots of weaknesses to share. Lots of wit. And despite it all, no, I am not crazy. Jesus, take the wheel. (I think I already said that.)