Mother’s Day Memories

HappyI remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

– Abraham Lincoln

What memory first comes to mind when you think of your mother, grandmothers or aunts? And when is the last time we’ve thanked them for the gift of themselves they’ve so generously lavished on us?

Whether you’re thinking of your mom, step-mom or someone like-mom, my guess is your list might include open arms, patient smiles and encouraging words. Our mothers wiped our drippy noses, cheered over our first steps, kissed our bruises “to make them better,” taught us to like our veggies, and kept us from eating poisonous hydrangeas. (I’m told that my toddler-self thought they looked yummy.)

Flash forward. Mothers helped us get through chemistry class. (Both my brilliant chemists-for-parents did that for this English major.) Mothers sprouted fresh gray hair while we learned to drive and kept our college mailboxes from getting too lonely.

The longer I type, the more I realize I could say. I’ll leave that for a card, and let you think up your own list.

This Mother’s Day, find a way to thank the women who have shaped your life. Really, we shouldn’t need a national holiday to remind us to be grateful for our mothers and everything they’ve done for us.

Oh sure, mothers aren’t perfect – and they will be the first to tell you that. Whenever I would tell my mom I wanted to be just like her when I grew up, she would always say, “Be better than me.”

Well, Mom, no promises. But with your prayers and God’s grace, I’ll be my best.

~ Kristen

 

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