We, in New Zealand celebrated Mothers' day before the rest of the world, by virtue of our location. A hospice in Ponsonby invited people who had lost their mum to come for a service. I was thinking of attending, but the weather was too wet and cold. I decided not to go. I remember my mum who had died twenty one years ago.
This morning, my church Mt Albert Baptist Church had a special service. During the communical service, the leader led us to pray for many things. She also prayed for those who had lost their mums, and for those who had lost children. I belong to both. Mothers' Day holds a different meaning for me. I thought of my sisters and also my relatives who have lost their children.
During the service, there was a game where if you found a heart under your chair, you could come up for a gift for your special person. I laughed when I saw a man saying there was no mum in his family. He and his wife had no children. Then he said, " I have a mum." and he went to redeem his gift for his mum who was also worshipping here. I thought it was so sweet. I spoke with him and his sister after the service. It would be a dilemma, if he had children, and he would have to choose between giving it to his wife or his mum.
I also started a new tradition. When I was on duty at the creche last month. There was this teenaged daughter of a missionary couple. She was like a little mum to her two little siblings.They were visiting and the kids won't leave her side. I told her a Chinese Custom that a mother gets a gift on her children's birthday, because it was her day of suffering. I told A. and her mum J. that because of A, J became a mum. Therefore A. deserved a gift and I gave her one especially when she was so good with her siblings.
Happy Mothers' Day!!