by Maralee McKee
The Etiquette Answer
(I read this and asked Maralee if I could post it. She presents an interesting perspective and I like to share good people who are on-purpose. She is both! Kevin)
I once suffered a miscarriage shortly before Mother’s Day. When I
entered the sanctuary that Sunday, an usher carrying a basket of
carnations greeted me. “Happy Mother’s Day, pretty lady!” He innocently
beamed. “I know you must be a mom! Here’s a flower.” In a sudden daze I
accepted the flower from his hand and rushed to the bathroom crying. I
wish I had known then what I know now about what that flower
represented. It would have made the incident more bearable.