There seems to be a pattern to the way children view their mothers. When we are five years old we want to be just like her. When we are ten, we think we can out smart her. When we are thirteen, we are convinced we are smarter than our mothers. At seventeen we want her opinion about everything but without her knowing it. By the time we marry and give birth to our own children, we’ve become best friends with our greatest mentor.
My mother wasn’t perfect. But I don’t dwell on her imperfections. In fact, they don’t even come to mind when I think of her. Instead, I recall how loving and sacrificial she was. I don’t think she had a decent wardrobe until I graduated from high school. She always stood up for me—even when I was unaware of it. She could be trusted too. I learned that my girl-friends didn’t always have by best interest at heart, but my mother did. When I chose to listen to her, I found she was always right. People say that I look and act more like my mother than my other siblings. I take that as a compliment.
Today, I pester my children the way my mother use to pester me even though I swore I never would. “Are you reading your bible? Did you brush your teeth? Sit up straight. Be sure and say, “thank you.” Did you do your homework? If you wouldn’t marry him, don’t date him. Don’t eat so much junk. Make good choices, they determine your future. And wear a coat!” She always meant well because she loved her children, and so do I.
Every Mother’s Day I fret over what to get her…a meaningful card, flowers, a nice pair of ear-rings. This year I think I’ll give her what every mother longs to have from their children…my honor and blessing. I’m not sure how I’m going to offer that just yet. Perhaps I’ll write down what she means to me and then put it in a frame. Maybe, I give her a blessing of some sort throughout the year. I haven’t decided just yet. You could help me by sharing your ideas about how to honor and bless your mother. I’m sure other readers would love to hear your ideas, too. Then each of us could choose from a bouquet of ideas! Come on you creative thinkers…let’s bless our mothers!