We all have one . . .
at least for a while.
They are all different. . .
and yet in some ways the same.
Some may be better than others
when compared from what we see.
But they all have a very important job-being a mother.
I would like to be able to sit down, have some of my mama’s delicious coffee we shared so often, and have a good long talk with her.
I’d like to be with her, before the microvascular brain disease took her memories and so many of her abilities away.
I’d like to tell her some things and listen to what she had to say.
I suppose my mother and I were a lot alike. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but we both valued our relationship and sought resolution and peace.
I’d like to thank her for all she did for me, gave up for me, risked for me, and put up from me.
She wasn’t a stay at home mom. Even when I was a baby she went back to work leaving me in her Big Auntie’s care, who had raised her. She showed me how to manage a household, work and be successful, and be an active Christian at the same time. She showed me you can be a wife, mother, and a business woman, be an actress in community plays, sing for church, wear big hats and high heels, and drive a nice car as you worked.
Whenever I hear the click of high heels, I feel like I should look and see if it is Mama on her way down the hall.
Whenever something wonderful happens, I want to reach out and tell her so we can share the joy; when a disaster strikes, I want to go to her for wisdom and comfort; and when I feel alone, I want to be in her presence.
From daughter, to mother, to grandmother, and if blessed, to great grandmother—-a woman’s life changes with different roles, demands, opportunities, blessings, challenges, and sometimes, heartaches.
We raise a helpless baby to see them grow, mature, develop, fall and get back up again, and eventually to have them become independent and leave us. As it should be.
The Bible tells us that Jesus was born to a willing Virgin Mary who raised Him, loved Him, and followed Him to the cross where He willingly died for all of us as a sacrifice for our sins. Motherhood is not an easy job, but it has inexpressible joy, too. She saw Him risen!
“Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you; that your days may be long, and that it may go well with you in the land which the Lord your God is giving you.” Deuteronomy 5:16
If you can, go spend some time with your mother. Talk with her. Forgive her and yourself for not being perfect,
and thank her with a loving heart.
