Merry Mothers

I've always thought that Mother's Day was a day on which you only wish happiness to mothers. Apparently, I was wrong.

After church today, we went to Grand City (aka Old People Central) for a post-service brunch and as I was settling into my seat, this old lady in the booth behind me looked up and said "Happy Mother's Day!" I didn't quite know what to do and wished her a happy mother's day also. Then I sat down and turned my back against her. It was jus the slightest bit awkward yet sad.

I grew up going to churches where it was customary for women to give the mother's day sermon. I use to think that the practice was borderline cheesy and silly, especially at churches when women only get to preach once a year. But today, with Pastor Dan preaching, I suddenly understood the practice. All throughout the sermon, he kept trying to relate to mothers, but after each one of his attempts and "Am I right, ladies?" there would be a sickly silence. And most often, he wasn't right. (Also didn't help that he was a little off of his game today, referring to Ishmael's mother Hagar as a man and saying that they were studying the Koran at Bible study.) Mother's day is about celebrating mamas and nobody understands mamas and can tell them how they are valued in the Bible, better than a mama herself.