Moms matter because they feed us the good stuff. Great big helpings of who we could become.  They mix us up into themselves and knead us through with answers we may not want to hear and tears we do not want to cry.

Moms matter because they model courage before we are even old enough to recognize it. They get up in the thankless dark and offer bottles, chase away our fears, drive to work, wait on midnight homecomings and keep vigil over sick children to the second and third generation.

Moms matter because their words can crack or cement the foundation of who are – no matter how old we are.

Moms matter because they show us by doing. Their lives echo throughout ours and we will still hear the voice of their living long after they are gone.

Moms matter because they were made to matter.

And if you wish your mom didn’t matter so much. If you wish someone could soften the blow of her impact or soothe the ache of her loss. If you’re a mother who hasn’t figured out her motherhood, oh friend, I would rock you if I could.  But instead let me offer my hand. For I would lead you to the One who has always said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me.”

The Christ who was born of a woman, for a woman, from a woman. The Christ child who became the Christ man who spent his dying breaths still loving on his mother.

When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Dear woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. John 19:26-27 (New International Version).

He knows what it is to love a mother. He knows what it is to lose a mother.

Moms matter because they matter to Him. In all their righteous and wretched vulnerability. So, this weekend, let Him be the one to rock you.

Because even grown ups need lullabies sometimes.

OK, your turn. Leave your thoughts or a link to your own blog post in the comments. Feel free to direct your readers over here too. And let’s discover some fresh faces of motherhood together.

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