Mom, my brothers, and me. |
I think
children never fully appreciate their mothers until they become parents
themselves. It’s only then that they know the sacrifices, the love, the pain and
the joys of parenthood. Mothers are so
often taken for granted. There is the assumption that they will always be
there, always available, always know what to do. But that’s not true. Somehow
mothers aren’t supposed to feel deeply or wound easily. But they do.
Mothers
so often set aside their own desires and needs, putting themselves last for the
sake of the children. Mothers don’t always know what to do, can’t always fix
everything, and need sleep! They do the best they can and somehow, by the grace
of God, the children reach adulthood and the cycle continues.
Today, Mom, I think of you. I wanted to go to your house for roast beef after church. I wanted to tell you how much I love you. I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me all those years. I am grateful.
Somehow
I think you know. But if not, I’ll see
you again someday and I’ll tell you then.
Won’t Heaven be wonderful!