Mothers - A Tribute
05/13/16
Proverbs 14:1 says: Every wise woman encourages and builds up her family.
While that is a part of what they do, it’s not all.
They nurture us, their community and the world around them. Look into the eyes of their children and see hopes and dreams, unborn. With each step, they leave foot prints to travel in. Making safe passage for their off spring to navigate the world.
They are the smile we seek when we accomplish something great and the voice we long for when our world falls apart. They first loved us when just a gleam in their eye and carry us deeply within the very bottom of their hearts.
I never called my mother “Mommy” or “Mom.” I called her MAH—more sound than word, more feeling than title. Sometimes sung, sometimes quick off my tongue. Mah was who she was to me and I of course was her daughter.
Her youngest. The baby. The child that came when she thought she was beyond child bearing years and I loved her fiercely, with a fire I didn’t quite understand until she was no longer with me.
And I cherished her, a cherishment I could not quite comprehend until she no longer sat at my holiday tables, or rode shotgun for her doctor’s, hair and weekly shopping appointments to Publix.
I always felt she favored my middle sister best, but again, it was after she had gain her wings did I find out the truth of that assumption, not because she hadn’t tried to tell me, simply, I had no real ears to hear.
And I admired her faith in her Father God, as she called him, and how she relied on Him fully to provide. She worried for nothing, assured about everything because her Father in Heaven had her fully.
That’s who Mothers are--walking examples of Faith…faith in a better day. Faith in the dreams of her children. Faith in God’s protection over them and faith that their lives will be better and greater than their own.
But Faith is a journey you have travel alone. You can’t wrap it in a pretty box with a tidy bow and hand it over. For decades, my mother tried to pass hers to me and for just as many years I refuted her attempts. But…because she carried it in within her being, like the leather Velcro sandals she wore year-round, through her, I was able to see the power of trusting God and as my life fell apart, the example my mother set came together.
That’s what mothers do. They show you things you will need in life and leave foot prints for you to follow.
They carry your hopes and dreams, paving a way for you to get to that place you need to be, not by words, but with faith, belief, love and deed.
Mothers…they’re a gift from God. So be blessed in not only fully understanding that, but fully receiving it…always remembering that they loved you first…a love that is infinite and forever…
While that is a part of what they do, it’s not all.
They nurture us, their community and the world around them. Look into the eyes of their children and see hopes and dreams, unborn. With each step, they leave foot prints to travel in. Making safe passage for their off spring to navigate the world.
They are the smile we seek when we accomplish something great and the voice we long for when our world falls apart. They first loved us when just a gleam in their eye and carry us deeply within the very bottom of their hearts.
I never called my mother “Mommy” or “Mom.” I called her MAH—more sound than word, more feeling than title. Sometimes sung, sometimes quick off my tongue. Mah was who she was to me and I of course was her daughter.
Her youngest. The baby. The child that came when she thought she was beyond child bearing years and I loved her fiercely, with a fire I didn’t quite understand until she was no longer with me.
And I cherished her, a cherishment I could not quite comprehend until she no longer sat at my holiday tables, or rode shotgun for her doctor’s, hair and weekly shopping appointments to Publix.
I always felt she favored my middle sister best, but again, it was after she had gain her wings did I find out the truth of that assumption, not because she hadn’t tried to tell me, simply, I had no real ears to hear.
And I admired her faith in her Father God, as she called him, and how she relied on Him fully to provide. She worried for nothing, assured about everything because her Father in Heaven had her fully.
That’s who Mothers are--walking examples of Faith…faith in a better day. Faith in the dreams of her children. Faith in God’s protection over them and faith that their lives will be better and greater than their own.
But Faith is a journey you have travel alone. You can’t wrap it in a pretty box with a tidy bow and hand it over. For decades, my mother tried to pass hers to me and for just as many years I refuted her attempts. But…because she carried it in within her being, like the leather Velcro sandals she wore year-round, through her, I was able to see the power of trusting God and as my life fell apart, the example my mother set came together.
That’s what mothers do. They show you things you will need in life and leave foot prints for you to follow.
They carry your hopes and dreams, paving a way for you to get to that place you need to be, not by words, but with faith, belief, love and deed.
Mothers…they’re a gift from God. So be blessed in not only fully understanding that, but fully receiving it…always remembering that they loved you first…a love that is infinite and forever…
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