This is my 25th Mother’s Day to write some sort of column. I’m quite sure some of those years went by without it being about Mother’s Day, but many of them have been. And, I think, that is as it should be.
I suppose in my life my mother was the most important person throughout the years. When she went on to her heavenly reward, I was bereft. In my mid-50s at the time, I was surprised to hear a cousin’s comment, “You look like you’ve been orphaned.” I felt that, too.
Mom was the one who was always there for me. (Sorry, Dad.) Oh, when it came to wanting a saddle horse and, in fact, all things regarding horses, it was Dad, but, day-to-day, Mom had the lead in my heart.
I know I’ve told you before of we three kids striking out to the woods in search of a dogwood tree to cut some branches so Mom would have her favorite bouquet on her special day. I didn’t even know what dogwood was at the time, but my oldest brother assured me he knew, and also knew where to find such a tree. He did, and Mom had her dogwood.
Many years later, when I lived in Kentucky, I frequently brought a nice branch of dogwood when I made the annual trip home to be with her on Mother’s Day. Sometimes I purchased a gift, but the dogwood always got top billing in her mind.
In thinking of Mother’s Day, I guess I have nothing new to add.
I just want to say “Hats off” to all mothers on their special day. Thanks for all you do for your children, whether in infancy and childhood or in their adult lives.
I hope you have opportunity to be with your family, and that they honor you, as they should.
Whether you have meant to or not, no doubt, like Jesus’ mother, Mary, you have “kept all these things, and pondered them in (your) heart.” (Luke 2:19) She began this exercise at Jesus’ birth, and you, too, have done so with each of your own children.
Also, like Mary, many of you brought your children up in the church to assure they have a living relationship with the Lord. No, you couldn’t make that decision for them, but you provided the opportunity for them to get to know Jesus as Savior.
If in their adulthood they don’t know Him, they still observe your Christian witness in your life if, of course, you know Him. May this be a day in which you are able to look around the room and say, as my own mother said one day late in her life, “I’m so glad I can ask any one of my children to ask the blessing at dinner,” for she knew each of us had come to know Jesus.
As I started this column, let me end by saying “Happy Mother’s Day” and “Hats off to you” for all you mean to your own children, and to others as well.