Today is Mother’s Day and I’m reminiscing about precious memories about my mother who has been in her heavenly home since 1993. As each day passes, I become more and more like her – and that’s a good thing. I remember the nights she would hold and rock me when I had a bad dream. I remember the thousands of dance rehearsals and recitals she took me to. I remember how meticulous she was in selecting the perfect outfit for every occasion (hat and gloves included). I especially remember her “can do” spirit and her tireless perseverance against great obstacles.
There was one Sunday morning I remember that particularly exhibited my mother’s love. I think I was about 5 years old. Sunday was the one day a week I was forced to eat an egg for breakfast. I hated eggs, so I would hurry up and eat those little round things with the yellow in the middle in order to hit the back door and play before church. We had a huge slide in the backyard that was my favorite (I would climb up those steps and swiftly slide to the bottom for hours on end). This morning I climbed up the steep ladder to the top of the slide, but apparently lost my footing as I began a head first descent from the slide into a huge, thorny rose bush directly underneath. I got stuck inside that rose bush with hundreds of thorns piercing my skin with each move I made.
Screaming bloody murder, my parents rushed outside, saw what happened and scooped me up as they quickly drove to the hospital. My mother held me wrapped in a blanket as my dad ran red lights. The emergency room doctor gave me a shot while nurses picked thorns out of me. Then I was sent home to be nursed by my mother’. My momma, bless her heart, spent almost 24 hours picking thorn pieces from my face, neck, arms and legs. It was tedious work done with tender love and care.
I could go on and on about my mother. She taught me how to care for family by setting a fine example for me. She cared for her parents just as she had cared for her children. I modeled that as well caring for my parents until death.
I realized during my devotions this week how much my own mother was modeling Christ’s example to love and care for family. From the cross in His last moments on earth Jesus turned the care of His mother to his disciple, John. In so doing, Christ fulfilled the responsibility of honoring one’s parents by seeing they are cared for in their old age. Christ did not neglect that duty.
Today as we honor our mothers, give your mother a kiss and a hug if she’s still with you, and honor her by passing on the loving lessons she taught you if she is not.
Matthew 19:19 “Honor your father and mother,’ and, ‘you must love your neighbor as yourself.’”
John 19:26-27 “When Jesus then saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing nearby, He said to His mother, ‘Woman, behold, your son!’ Then He said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” From that hour the disciple took her into his own household.”