That name brings various feelings to the surface for all of us. For some, whose mom has died, there is sadness. For others, who experienced a not-so-good mom, anger might be the first feeling, or feelings of abandonment or fear or sorrow. For others who have been blessed with a Godly mom who did her best to serve God and her family, there is thankfulness and satisfaction and joy.
I know I am a bit late in the game for Mother's Day bragging, but I wanted to talk about my mom for a bit.My mom has not had an easy life. She is well-acquainted with hardship, sorrow, and just plain hard work. Her life has not been easy, but her circumstances have molded her into a beautiful person. For most of her life, she has had to be without her own mom to guide her because she died when my mom was 15, leaving her and her older sister to take care of the rest of the kids (10 in all), and run the household. Married life has not always been easy either. Let's just say there have been issues. Besides the fact that kids came quickly after the wedding, and she was once again left with a Lot. Of. Work. For starters, she had two babies in one year. Her first one came in January, followed closely by the second one in November. And then just a year later in December, a third one was born. It makes me tired just thinking of it even as I type. And then two years later, I came along. I can only imagine how tired she must have felt, and maybe even a little unwilling to embrace yet another kid. Thankfully, it was another five years before my little sister came along! :-) So. Not only did my mom have a lot of kids underfoot, she was also living life without a lot of conveniences. At that point, she was living without indoor plumbing or electricity. She was making All. The. Clothes. For everyone!! And that is just the tip of the iceberg. Let's just say
My mom is my hero!
But all of that has made my mom who she is today. When I think of her, I think of two words. Selfless and Giving. I honestly think she has just never forgotten those early days of being overwhelmed with too much of everything. She would help anyone and everyone with whatever they need. And, even though I do not have kids, I am a recipient of her generosity. I know that whenever I go to her house, I will leave with way more than I came. She will gladly give me food, coffee, or soap, and whatever else I even hint at maybe needing or wanting.
When I was a kid, I remember how my mom would always give someone else the last piece of cake, claiming that, no, of course, she doesn't want it. We were very poor when I was growing up, and my mom did whatever it took to help out. We did lots of different projects, including going door to door to sell things and working long hours mowing other people's lawns. And still, she somehow managed to keep the household afloat and pack lunches and get us to school on time.
So I just want to say, thank-you, mom. I love you with all my heart, and I want to be like you when I grow up.