Mothers Doing the Best they Can
Minutes before Sacrament meeting started, I was asked to step in for the chorister unable to make it. As I sat in the front, looking out into the sparse congregation due to COVID, I saw one person: a mother. A mother who had witnessed the first marriage of a child the night before. A mother allowing her two-year old to turn circles in the aisle. A mother handing off her baby to her mother-in-law so she could take her two-year old out for some reason or another. A mother sitting alone, most likely because her husband and children were home sick. A mother whose children have all since grown up, somewhere living their own lives. A mother who wrestles her children while her husband sits on the stand. A mother who arrives late with her family in tow, because it’s just been one of those mornings. A mother who sits between her two daughters, reverently sharing a moment of laughter and smiles together. I’ve had a thought running through my mind from an Instagram post I saw: “Behind
