Why Mother's Day?

A conversation I had with God in the middle of the night last night:

Why Mother's Day, God?
Why did you take her that day?
Were you going for the ultimate poetic irony?
Maybe you wanted to make sure my primary focus that day was on being a mother. Wanted to know for certain that I'd take my responsibility seriously.
Well, I did.
I know you're kind. So...maybe you wanted to make sure I was extra kind to myself that day? Wanted to make sure I got that box of chocolate strawberries?
Maybe you wanted to juxtapose the shallowness of our silly holidays with the meaning of life and death.
Ah! Here is an answer I can swallow:
Maybe it is a day I will reclaim.
The disciples asked why and you redirected them to their purpose.
So here's what I'm gonna say, God.
Mother's Day was the day that you promised me that I would never stop being a mother.
You promised me that I'd parent forever.
And I'm holding you to that.
Reclaiming the day.
It's the day you spoke to me about my motherhood...
On earth, and in heaven.
I'll never know the why.
But I won't stop asking you what now?

"Walking down the street, Jesus saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked, 'Rabbi, who sinned: this man or his parents, causing him to be born blind?' Jesus said, 'You’re asking the wrong question. You’re looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause-effect here. Look instead for what God can do. We need to be energetically at work for the One who sent me here, working while the sun shines. When night falls, the workday is over. For as long as I am in the world, there is plenty of light. I am the world’s Light.” - John 9:1-5 (Message version)