Honor ALL Moms

Guest Repost by Sarah Philpot, PhD

Where I grew up my church celebrated Mother’s Day in a big way.  As a child, I’d sit alongside my family in the wooden pew, mesmerized by the fetching flower arrangements that crowded the floor of our sanctuary.  Roses, peonies, and spring blooms sat ready to be awarded to the ladies of my small Southern Baptist church.

After we sang a song from the hymnal, the kids were always called to the front to retrieve a bundle of roses from a basket and told to hand the blooms to our beaming mothers, grandmothers, & aunts.

Then Ms. Nita, a matriarch of our community, took center stage wearing one of her lovely pastel dresses.

I can still see her radiant smile peeking from under the floppy white hat she always chose to wear on Mother’s Day. “Would all the Mother’s please stand?” she’d ask.

I loved watching my own mother and grandmother rise and stand amongst the females of my community.

But what I really looked forward to was finding out who was the oldest mom and who was the youngest mom.  You see, the biggest rose & peony bouquets were awarded to women who met certain criteria.

It wasn’t until I was an adult, sitting in church fresh from the heartache of my second miscarriage, that I realized how many women actually had hurting hearts on Mother’s Day.

I recollected how growing up, the mother with the most living children was awarded one of the biggest and most beautiful bouquets.  The congregation always erupted in applause for this dear soul who had her hands full.

But now, with two of my own children in Heaven and one in the church nursery, it struck me as an odd banner of honor.

For if anyone deserved a flower arrangement on Mother’s Day it was the sweet women who had endured the death of her own children.

I realized that beneath smiles, many women silently mourned on Mother’s Day.

I instantly thought of my mother-in-law.   She has five children.  But only three are living.  Jesse died at the age of two and Lauren at the age of twenty.

Then I thought of my mother.  She has three children.  But only two of us are living.  A gravestone in the church cemetery only marks one tiny soul, who was stillborn at 7.5 months gestation.

The face of a friend, who wanted nothing more to be a mother, also came to my mind.  Infertility had robbed her of the chance of becoming a mother and finances had prevented her from adopting.

Miscarriage.  Stillbirth.  Infant death.  Fatal childhood disease.   Teenage accidents.  Young adult travesties.  Suicide.  The list continues.

My own grief had opened my eyes to the invisible grief that many women bear on Mother’s Day.

We often forget these brave women, don’t we?

But we shouldn’t.

Mother’s Day is still one of my favorite days of the year, and I believe it should be celebrated with unbridled jubilation, breakfast in bed, and homemade cards.

And I love how, at Ms. Nita’s gentle encouragement, my childhood church always collectively gave a big applause to mothers.  It’s one of my favorite memories of growing up in the south.

But I think we should expand our celebration of this day by showering love and showing support to all mothers- including those who view Mother’s Day as a stark reminder of what doesn’t exist.

Each year, in the United States alone, 1 in 160 deliveries in stillbirth, 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage, 3,500 babies under the age of 1 die, and 1 in 8 couples experience infertility.

I think we should honor these women, too.

Will you join me?  Let’s stand in solidarity and #HonorAllMoms this Mother’s Day.

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Sarah Lewis Philpott, Ph.D lives in TN on a sprawling cattle farm where she raises her two mischievous children (with one on the way!) and is farm wife to her high school sweetheart. Sarah is represented by The Blythe Daniel Literary Agency . You can visit with Sarah at her All-American Mom blog where she writes about life on the farm and cherishing life in joy & in sorrow.

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    I'm small, but scrappy! I have a fierce passion for my family, friends and life in general...I'm a military spouse who has battled infertility for over 13 years, as well as the loss of two babies gone too soon. I love to laugh, and am grateful for every second I celebrate with the ones I love. You can find me at Lori Does Maryland


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      May 8, 2016

      Thank you for this post. It’s so nice to have the pain this day brings, along with joy, for those who are bereaved moms, acknowledged. Sending hugs to all those missing their children and or struggling to conceive. Missing my sweet Heidi in heaven badly today.