(Please note I have STILL not seen Iron Man 3.)
She’s strong.
She’s held back tears when she’s needed to, so I could learn to fly.
She’s lifted burdens from my heart that I had carried alone.
She’s walked miles and miles listening to me rattle on about my day and that mean girl who hurt my feelings.
She’s smart.
She knew that boy would break my heart.
She put two and two together and figured out I didn’t tell the whole truth.
She taught me how to not give up, how to hope, and how to see the best in people.
She’s substantial.
She always made sure I had what I needed.
She guided me to an inheritance that will last forever.
She helped me learn how to feel rich even though I didn’t have much money.
Her heart is powered by something supernatural.
Her armor is found in Ephesians and a different kind of metal.
Her industry has been love and her weapon faith.
She is Iron Mom.
(Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!)
I’m not big on Hallmark Holidays. I think they often make people feel bad about the things that are missing in their lives. Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Valentine’s Day. . .even Thanksgiving. . .okay, now that I think about it there are a lot of holidays that can make people sad. They’re heart hurts because a certain someone is gone or never really came to be. They’re reminded of all that they’ve lost instead of what they have. And on the other side of the spectrum, these holidays can make some people (who were too busy, overwhelmed, or nursing a hurting heart themselves) feel crummy for being the only loser in the family who forgot to call or send a card. So sometimes, to me, it looks like a lose/lose kind of thing.
But there is something very important about telling the people in our lives that we love them, that they are special to us, and that we’ll be there for them. And we can do that on any old day. It’s not too late.
