Mom

By my count the word mother appears in the Bible forty four times. Eight of those times we are told to honor our fathers and our mothers. So, lets honor those we call mom, mommy, mother, mum, maybe sometimes even grandma.

She was chosen long before you or I were even a thought. Chosen by God to raise a child. God built into her personality the ability to be a mother. She suffered through the pain of child birth, to bring you and I into this world. She lacked sleep to answer our cries. She plugged her nose and smiled hoping that we would be a quick learner. (you know what I mean) She held us and shielded us against the dangers of this world.

As we grew older she presented us with joy to everyone. She told us bedtime stories, and sang lullabies until we were fast asleep. She tucked us in and turned on the night light right after making sure there were no monsters left in the closet or under the bed.

On our first day of school she made sure our tummies were filled up and our shirts were tucked in. As we got on the bus or made our way into the classroom, she took what seemed like a thousand pictures from a thousand different angles, as she watched with a hint of sadness as her little one was growing up fast. She wanted to know everything. How was the teacher? What did you learn? Did you make any new friends? Always interested in every little detail.

As we continued to grow, she was right there. Problem with homework, no problem for mom. You need what done by tomorrow morning?! No problem for mom, at least in our eyes. Baseball, football, basketball, softball, soccer, who was your number one fan? Who was our personal limo driver? Who made sure that uniform was clean, just so you and I could get it as dirty as possible? Yep, you guessed it, mom.

At some point we began to think to ourselves, "hey I'm a very mature teenager, mom just keeps treating me like a kid"! Who did we run to first though with big news? Who was there to comfort us after that big break up? Who still made sure our clothes were clean, and those projects still got done at the last minute? Right again, mom.

Remember when you went away to college or moved out of your parents home. Oh what joy you had. Do you remember though who it was that was crying and giving you that last second advice? Mom. Do you remember who you first went to when something went wrong or whose voice you so longed to hear?

I could go on and on and on with praises for mothers, but I'm afraid I might run out of room. No matter what, everyone has a mother. Maybe she didn't give birth to you, maybe she's not even related to you, but everyone has a mother. Mom, mother, mommy, mum, grandma, will always be that special woman God put into our lives at a young age to watch over us here on earth. No, we don't always get along, and yes there were and are tough times, but she still deserves our deepest respect and gratitude for a job well done. We should all thank God everyday for whoever it is that we call mom.

Happy Mother's Day.