I spent a lot of my mommy time wishing for my children’s finish lines. When they finally sleep through the night. When they are out of diapers. When they are old enough to dress themselves.

If you’re honest, you love these little people but you just can’t enjoy them right now. There’s not much left of the woman you used to be. You feel overwhelmed and alone and unseen.

This year, let’s make Mother’s Day different. Let’s make it all about us, but in a very different way.

“Why don’t you like talking about God?” I braced myself for her answer… and a Christian parent’s worst nightmare.

There was no way to know back then that two decades later I would be on a similar hunt, this time with a newborn baby strapped on my chest, and three boys bounding ahead.

We tip-toed backwards and shut the door. When I lifted my eyes, my son stood waiting. Could it be a worried look on his face?