Mother's Day
The earliest memory I have of my mom is sitting next to her in church. She would wear her “fur” coat that Dad got for her when he came back from the Army. I would sit between Mom and Dad and Mom would put her arm around me. I would be wrapped in her “fur” coat and fall asleep as the pastor delivered his sermon. I felt warm, content, happy, protected and loved.
I remember the time I was in grade school and was playing ball in front of the house. I ran after a ball and stumbled towards the door. I put my arm up as I fell into the storm door. My elbow went through the glass. I could watch a fountain of blood pour out of my elbow. It looked like the water coming out of the hose. I went into the house and Mom quietly and efficiently patched me up. She did not panic, did not scream, but knew what to do and did it.
I remember getting up on cold winter mornings to hot bowls of oatmeal, lunches that were packed with all of my favorite foods, and dinners that required stoves and ovens. Mom fed her family, cleaned the house, did the laundry, and trained up her children – all without complaint. Oh, she would use the mother’s guilt on her teenaged boys, but that was more for motivation than complaint. She was my “mom” and I loved her.
I watched Bunny with our children. Bunny also showed love in all that she did. She, too, would feed her family, clean the house, do the laundry, and train up her children – all without complaint. She would see to it that the children always knew they were loved. She would make special treats, go the “extra mile” to insure that her children experienced love. It was always a joy to me to see her interact with the children. She even disciplined with love. When the kids were little and they needed a reminder on their bottom, she would apply the reminder and they would turn to her for comfort. I could apply the reminder and they still turned to her for comfort – go figure.
I watch Lori with Abby and see in her my mom and Bunny. She will sacrifice for her child, nurture her child, love her child.
Mother’s Day will be the time we celebrate the special love between a child and a mother. This love is a special love. This love shows itself in the words and deeds of both mother and child. The mom loves her child so much that she will forego sleep, food, new clothes, and all manners of special treats for her child. New mothers with babies look forward to the time they will get a long night’s sleep as older mothers smile and know that the nights will always be filled with anxious thoughts about the child, regardless of his age.
Mothers know about unconditional love. They love their child unconditionally. If Mom says, “clean your room,” and the child doesn’t – Mom still loves the child. If Mom receives a gift of dandelions from her child, they are the most beautiful flowers in the whole world. If her child is dirty, messy and hurt, Mom hugs and comforts. There is very little a child can do to a mother that will turn her love away.
A Mother does show unconditional love, but she is a sinful human and the “un” sometimes is removed from “unconditional.” My mom, Bunny’s mom and Bunny are basking in the true unconditional love of Christ – in heaven. Jesus gives His perfect unconditional love to us. It is His love that will allow us to enter into heaven.
I thank God for mothers. I thank God for Jesus.
I remember the time I was in grade school and was playing ball in front of the house. I ran after a ball and stumbled towards the door. I put my arm up as I fell into the storm door. My elbow went through the glass. I could watch a fountain of blood pour out of my elbow. It looked like the water coming out of the hose. I went into the house and Mom quietly and efficiently patched me up. She did not panic, did not scream, but knew what to do and did it.
I remember getting up on cold winter mornings to hot bowls of oatmeal, lunches that were packed with all of my favorite foods, and dinners that required stoves and ovens. Mom fed her family, cleaned the house, did the laundry, and trained up her children – all without complaint. Oh, she would use the mother’s guilt on her teenaged boys, but that was more for motivation than complaint. She was my “mom” and I loved her.
I watched Bunny with our children. Bunny also showed love in all that she did. She, too, would feed her family, clean the house, do the laundry, and train up her children – all without complaint. She would see to it that the children always knew they were loved. She would make special treats, go the “extra mile” to insure that her children experienced love. It was always a joy to me to see her interact with the children. She even disciplined with love. When the kids were little and they needed a reminder on their bottom, she would apply the reminder and they would turn to her for comfort. I could apply the reminder and they still turned to her for comfort – go figure.
I watch Lori with Abby and see in her my mom and Bunny. She will sacrifice for her child, nurture her child, love her child.
Mother’s Day will be the time we celebrate the special love between a child and a mother. This love is a special love. This love shows itself in the words and deeds of both mother and child. The mom loves her child so much that she will forego sleep, food, new clothes, and all manners of special treats for her child. New mothers with babies look forward to the time they will get a long night’s sleep as older mothers smile and know that the nights will always be filled with anxious thoughts about the child, regardless of his age.
Mothers know about unconditional love. They love their child unconditionally. If Mom says, “clean your room,” and the child doesn’t – Mom still loves the child. If Mom receives a gift of dandelions from her child, they are the most beautiful flowers in the whole world. If her child is dirty, messy and hurt, Mom hugs and comforts. There is very little a child can do to a mother that will turn her love away.
A Mother does show unconditional love, but she is a sinful human and the “un” sometimes is removed from “unconditional.” My mom, Bunny’s mom and Bunny are basking in the true unconditional love of Christ – in heaven. Jesus gives His perfect unconditional love to us. It is His love that will allow us to enter into heaven.
I thank God for mothers. I thank God for Jesus.