What It Costs
I’ve been thinking about mothers this week.
Not the version we celebrate on a card.
The real one.
The one I’ve watched up close.
I’ve seen my mom and my wife
give until there wasn’t anything left.
Not once.
Not in some big moment.
Over and over again.
In ways that don’t get noticed.
In moments no one claps for.
Late nights.
Early mornings.
Carrying things no one else even sees.
Love, at that level,
stops being something you say.
It becomes something you spend.
And I’ve watched them spend it freely.
It was difficult, yes.
But their family needed them.
And that was enough.
Because that’s what love does when it’s real.
It shows up when it’s inconvenient.
It stays when it would be easier to step away.
It gives when there’s no guarantee anything will come back.
I think we underestimate that.
We reduce it to flowers.
To lunch reservations.
To a few words in a card.
But real love…
It’s costly.
And mothers carry that cost
more than most of us will ever fully understand.
Because the truth is,
I’m standing here today
because of these two women in my life.
They kept giving when they were already empty.
They kept loving when it got hard.
They kept seeing me the way God sees me.
And now I’m watching it happen again
with my grandchildren.
Through Lauren and Brooke.
The same kind of love.
The same kind of cost.
I’ve seen it.
Up close.
I’m still learning from it.
And I am abundantly grateful.
Happy Mother’s Day to Mom, Sherry, Lauren, Brooke, and every mother out there.
What’s one thing you’ve seen your wife or mother do that you’ll never forget?
If this made you think of a mother in your life, share it with them.
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