A Mother’s Day

It was a warm and humid Sunday morning in Richmond Hill, Georgia where azaleas and magnolia trees filled the spring air.  I was wearing my first and favorite cropped lime green maternity pants and matching sleeveless top that was given to me by my mama. I can remember beaming all throughout mass that day as I spiritually, emotionally, and physically celebrated my first mother’s day in 2003. Even though I continued to get sick, I couldn’t see my toes, I sweated profusely, I was elated! Life was growing inside me and I was full of joy! I can remember the Knights of Columbus handed out bright red roses to all the mamas as as they walked out after mass and I can remember wondering if all mothers had this much excitement inside them too that day.

Each year mother’s day brings back different memories that we hold in our hearts. After two weeks with four energetic kids in a foreign country over meivakantie (May Vacation), while Daddy was in the states, I felt called to think back about this moment of first time mommy zeal I had in Georgia. Maybe it was this rainy day scene in our home today that took me back…the scattered play dough, crafts, and science projects that covered our kitchen table where dinner needed to be cooked and ready, our sticky and crumb filled floors, the sea shells scattered among the dress up clothes in the entryway, the pile mountain of laundry calling my name from the third floor, the high pitch shrill of little girls running from rough and rowdy boys with light sabers. I think to myself, “How is it that our house can go from class to trash in a matter of minutes?” In despair, I messaged my husband, “I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids.” And I do! To the moon and back I love them, but in his text I realize that I was sarcastically reminding myself that. Once again, it’s these ordinary day to day mom moments that can easily drag me down and make me want to cry out for my own mom. Then something inside tells me to stop…yes me. The one not yelling and running up and down the stairs with sandy shoes on my feet. This voice inside tells me to be still…mentally. Simply capture this laughable scene, let it captivate me, and take hold of my heart. The mess and noise turns to treasure and without sarcasm, I can truly smile and say how much I love each of these lives that make a mom complete. I eagerly wait tomorrow morning to see their Mother’s Day creations and homemade cards they have been talking about all week.


Prayer to the Mother of the Lord for all mothers

Mary, on this day when we honor all mothers, we turn to you. We thank the Lord whom you serve for the great gift of motherhood. Never has it been known that anyone who sought your intercession was left unaided by grace. Dear Mother, thank you for your “Yes” to the invitation of the angel which brought heaven to earth and changed human history. You opened yourself to God’s word and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us. Dear mother, intercede for all of our mothers. Ask your Divine Son to give them the grace of surrendered love so that they could join with you in giving their own “Fiat.” May they find daily strength to say yes to the call to the sacrificial love- the very heart of the vocation of motherhood. May their love and witness be a source of great inspiration for all of us called to follow your Son.

On this Mothers day, Mother of the Word Incarnate, pray for us who have recourse to you…

In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

by Catholic Online




  1. Julia Motekaitis says:

    Jess, I have always admired the way you are grace under fire! I wish I could handle stress as calmly as you! :)

    You and your family are sorely missed!!! I can only imagine how happy everyone was to see Daddy again! :) Sending you much love on Mother’s Day and many blessings, thank you for writing your story for us!

  2. Joanne Ripple says:

    What a wonderful post and wonderful reminder today! I, too, need to step back and be thankful for the gift, rather than annoyed by the details. Thank you for this.

  3. Thank you for this lovely message. Sorry you had to spend 2 weeks alone with the kids and the outside weather was messy. We did have a quiet and nice day Sunday. Also thanks for the phone call. Mom

  4. Cecilia Wagner says:

    I miss you always but I particularly missed you this Mother’s Day. I miss sitting on the back porch with you, a drink in our hand while our husbands attended to the children’s every need (you know how they always did that). I miss laughing and sharing all of our little thoughts, plans and dreams of our perfect mommyhood (although neither one of us would never actually put them into action). :) I miss our children playing together having those little squabbles and those amazing giggles. But mostly I just missed our friendship, the moments shared when nothing big is happening except just life.

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