Mother’s Day is right around the corner. To celebrate this special day, we need to remember what our mothers taught us as they raised us from tadpoles.
She taught us about household cleanliness: If you’re gonna kill each other, do it outside.
She taught us about time travel: If you don’t straighten up, I’m gonna knock you into next week.
She taught us logic: Because I said so, that’s why.
She taught us foresight: Make sure you wear clean underwear in case you are in an accident.
She taught us irony: Keep crying and I will give you something to cry about.
She taught us osmosis: Shut your mouth and eat your supper.
She taught us behavior modification: Stop acting like your father.
She taught us about hypocrisy: If I told you once, I told you a thousand times, don’t exaggerate.
She taught us anticipation: Just wait till your father gets home.
She taught us about the circle of life: I brought you into this world … I can take you out!
You are just a mother. You bind emotional and physical wounds, lift sagging spirits, allow children to be themselves, and show kindness when the kids have been beaten up by the world. You give hugs and smiles, listen to understand, and listen some more. You kiss the boo-boos and make it alright.
You are just a mother. You are a friend, housekeeper, interior designer, laundress, gourmet chef, and order cook. Chauffeur, seamstress, psychologist, nurse, counselor, internal affairs, CEO, CFO and the CIA.
You are a travel planner, spiritual advisor, lecturer, librarian, teacher, private investigator, referee, and expert on everything, and you can fix anything. You even have eyes behind your head. You are also one of the most important ministries - a Mother Ministry.
The Bible is full of words of encouragement that show how God values mothers and grandmothers.
I can remember to this day at Bernardo School. I had a bad earache and mom was up at school several times a day, rain or shine, doctoring my sore ear. She would lovingly lay me across her lap on the school bench and put drops and cotton in my ear. She would send me back to class with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. It now dawns on me, as I am older with kids and grandkids of my own, mom didn’t want me to stay home! Tough love, I guess.
I didn't exactly fit in, so I made my own space - momma loved me anyway.
The countless nights I kept her awake from sickness - momma loved me anyway.
If I did something that I knew would cause her a mother’s pain momma loved me anyway.
If I made a bad decision that didn’t look good on the family name, momma loved me anyway.
When she stayed awake until the early morning hours to hear my car drive into the driveway momma loved me anyway.
As the days and nights went by, no phone calls or visits became weeks—momma loved me anyway.
Even though mom left me way too early - I know that momma loves me anyway and I still love her.
It is said that children are blessings. The biggest blessing is to hear your mother say, “I love you,” as she holds you in her arms. All the tears, all the hurts, all the boo-boos fade away with a gentle kiss from a mother’s lips.
I watched with awe as Dianne played and taught our babies to grow into young men. She guided them with a gentle hand and in a Godly way that only brought honor and glory to God. I watched our boys put her through everything I put my mother through, and she loved them anyway.
As a mother, you always love them … anyway. God feels your pain and joy … and he loves you anyway.
Real mothers are special people: - Real mothers would like to eat a whole candy bar all by themselves and drink a soda without floaters in it.
- Real mothers know that their kitchen utensils will end up in the backyard sandbox.
- Real mothers often have sticky floors, dirty carpets, the five-second rule and happy kids.
- Real mothers sometimes ask, “Why me?” And they get their answers when a little voice says, “Because I love you bestest.”
- Real mothers know that a child’s growth is not measured by marks on a door jamb but by the progression of Mommie, to Mom, to Mother.
Erma Bombeck tells of God in the act of creating mothers. She says that on the day God created mothers, He had already worked long overtime. An angel told Him, “Lord, you are spending a lot of time on this one.” The Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this model?”
A mother has to be completely washable, but not plastic. She is to have 180 moving parts. She is to have a kiss that can heal everything from a scrapped knee to a broken heart. She is to have a lap to sit on whenever called upon. She is to function on black coffee and whatever is left on her kid’s plate. And she is to have six pairs of hands.
Six pairs of hands? That’s impossible!” Says the angel. It’s not the six pairs of hands that bother me,” says the Lord, “it’s the three pairs of eyes. One pair that sees through the doors, another pair to see things she is not supposed to see but must and another pair in front so that the child just goofed, she can communicate love and understanding without saying a word.”
“That’s too much,” said the angel. You can't fit that in one model. Why don’t you rest for a while?”
“No,” said the Lord, “I am close to creating someone very much like myself. I’ve already come up with a model who can heal herself when she is sick, feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger, and persuade a nineyear- old to take a shower.”
The angel looked at the model of motherhood and said, “She is too soft.”
“Oh, but she is tough,” says the Lord.
Then, the angel touched her cheek. “This one has a leak. I told you you couldn’t put that much in a model.”
“That’s not a leak. That’s a tear,” says God.
“What’s a tear for?” says the angel.
“Well, its for joy, sadness, sorrow, disappointment, pride,” said God.
The angel said to God, “You’re a Genius!”
And the Lord said, “Oh, but I didn’t put it there.”
Isaiah 66:13 - “As a mother comforts a child, so I will comfort you..”
