Love Drew Mama – A Mother’s Day Reflection

This past weekend, I watched my wife and our granddaughter lost in a world of glitter, glue, markers, and tape. They were having the best time—cutting, coloring, painting little handprints, and giggling like best friends on a mission. It was messy. It was magical. And it stirred something deep in me.

There’s something sacred about those small moments—something that speaks to the heart of motherhood. It reminded me not only of the years we spent raising our own children but also of the love that shaped generations before us: my mom, my grandmother… the women who loved fiercely, gave sacrificially, and prayed with hope and tears.

As I reflected on it, I thought of the biblical words in Genesis—“I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing.” And yes, there is physical pain in giving birth. But the deeper pain, the lasting ache, comes from a mother’s love. A love so strong, so invested, that it hurts. It’s a love that holds tightly while learning to let go. It’s joy and heartbreak wrapped in the same breath.

Mother’s Day matters because mothers matter. Their fingerprints are on our lives in ways we don’t fully understand until much later. Their prayers echo. Their sacrifices linger. Their love shapes us.

To honor that kind of love, I wrote a song called “Love Drew Mama.” It began with memories of construction paper and glue, but it ends in a place much deeper—a reminder that love not only moved her hands when we were young, it shaped her whole life. I tried to convey a play on the word "drew" using the drawing of pictures, but also 'attraction" a magnetic love, that draws us to long for home, ... and God's love drew my mom to her eternal home where I will see her again young, vibrant, and fully alive.

You can listen to the song and read the lyrics below. If it moves you, share it with a mother who loved you well.

Link: Love Drew Mama

Verse 1 Little hands with paper and glue Scissors snipping hearts in two Crayon halos, misspelled names Glitter stars and picture frames She smiled like it was work of art Hung it high and called it “heart” Pre-Chorus We didn’t know just what we made But love was in each line and shade Chorus Love drew Mama to kneel and pray To kiss our cheeks at end of day To fight the storms, to stand her ground To lift us up when we fell down Things she looked at later when alone Love drew Mama Love drew Mama home Verse 2 Then came cards with someone’s rhyme Printed words in scripted lines But what she kept through every year Was shaky pen and childish cheer A crooked “I love you” in blue Meant more than poems ever do Pre-Chorus She kept them in a weathered box But her real treasure wasn’t locked Chorus Love drew Mama to kneel and pray To kiss our cheeks at end of day To fight the storms, to stand her ground To lift us up when we fell down Things she looked at later when alone Love drew Mama Love drew Mama home Bridge Through labor pain and sleepless nights Through whispered prayers and tiny fights Through every joy and every ache She gave it all for her children’s sake Final Chorus Love drew Mama through all the years Through joy and laughter, pain and tears And when the glitter days were gone The light in her still lingered on She followed what she’d always known Love drew Mama Love drew Mama home