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Since I experienced an ectopic  pregnancy in 1988, Mother’s Day had become difficult for me. People wished me a “Happy Mother’s Day” without realizing the heartache it caused. Two years  ago I’d become upset because Mother’s Day was celebrated for three days beginning on Friday. Store clerks and everyone else I came in contact with greeted me with wishes for a happy day on Sunday. I even received an email from a regional UMC church official reminding me not to forget the day. I hit the roof!  Was she serious?  How could anyone forget Mother’s Day? I was bombarded with it for three days. I really didn’t appreciate being reminded of my loss and tried to take it in stride, but it did get to me. I knew I couldn’t possibly be alone in this sentiment. Other ladies have suffered similar loss, and some have never even been able to conceive. As the holiday approached last year, I truly dreaded it. My own mother passed in 2000 so from that point on I  tried to ignore the date. I even dreaded going to church that day after  having been give a rose, which set off an uncontrollable crying jag that was so bad I had to exit the sanctuary in 2001. I prayed for the good Lord to shield me last year, and He did.

On Friday of Mother’s Day weekend 2014, I ran errands and was amazed that no one mentioned the holiday. How truly blessed I was or so I thought. Then early Sunday morning as I sat reading my emails, I heard my cell phone ringing. I thought it might be church business, but in checking the caller ID, I saw it was from North Carolina and assumed it concerned our summer home. Instead I was greeted by a very special voice.  Dr. Sam, a young man whom Jim and I befriended during his college years, was the caller. My happiness soared as we chatted. He’d begun calling me his second mom in 2005, and for me, that was a gift beyond compare. I have never known a more thoughtful, compassionate person. We first met because his father, an ordained A.M.E. minister, was the janitor at the elementary school at which I taught. My first husband and I had invited his family to fish in  our pond, and we all became friends. When my first husband became ill with what was finally diagnosed as esophageal cancer, Sam made it a point to stop by and visit with him. This visit was not convenient in that it added distance and time to his return trip to college, but Sam cared enough to do it. When my husband passed away, Sam and his dad came by the house the first evening and offered their condolences. It meant so much to know they cared.

When Jim and I married, I introduced him to Sam’s entire family. Jim took a special liking to Sam, but who wouldn’t? His smile could light the world and his Christian upbringing is so evident in his love for others. We were invited to his graduation from State and kept apprised of his desire to attend medical school. He was accepted by Wake Forest, and we were blessed to attend his graduation there in 2005. Now he is a full-fledged doctor in the field of orthopedics and hopeful of being able to help Jim with his ailments. That’s our Sam!

As we chatted last year, I was overcome with joy not just happiness! Sam’s sweet wishes for my day were accepted with delight. I thanked God for bringing him into our lives and went outside. Within minutes  the Lord blessed me with another one of His creations. I’d gotten a Mexican hydrangea from our garden club the previous year and was pleased to see that it had made it through the icy winter. I’d been told they were quite prolific and had wondered if it would do well in our sandy soil. Much to my delight, I found a new shoot about three feet from the parent plant. What a treasure and gift from God too!

The healing that began last year has continued, and I look forward to Mother’s Day this year. I/we are part of a wonderful church family, and I know I will enjoy worshiping in their presence no matter what  happens on Sunday this year. Oh, greetings for Mother’s Day began a week in advance this year! Praise God, I wasn’t annoyed and now look forward to the day. God is so good all the time! Yes, all the time God is so good!