WHEN For the Mother's Day that belongs to every one of us Somewhere along the way, we got so afraid of hurting someone on Mother's Day that we forgot to actually celebrate it. And friend, I think it's time we fix that. I get it. I really do. The intentions are good. Nobody wants to be the one who makes a grieving woman cry in the third row. Nobody wants to ignore the woman in the back who has been waiting years for a positive pregnancy test. The sensitivity comes from a real place, and that part is beautiful. But somewhere between being careful and being kind, we started quietly apologizing for something God never apologized for. And friend, I'm not writing this from a safe distance. I lost a baby. I walked through a season where I quietly made peace with the idea that maybe motherhood wasn't in my future anymore. And then God, in His wildly unexpected way, sent me a boy I hadn't planned for but had somehow always prayed for. I lost my mom, my greatest exam...