On Mother’s Day 2011

It was a mother who carefully packed her baby boy into a crude, probably home-made, Ark of bullrushes and slid the contraption among the reeds of the Nile. The same mother who then raised him for a princess, meanwhile teaching him the truths he then grew up with, about the God in heaven.

So today we remember mothers.

Do we recount the many times when she taught us, or the times we rebelled, and she denied herself that needed new dress because you simply had to have that pair of jeans, (The same pair that hung in the back of the closet and was hardly ever worn).

Do we recall the times she sat with us when we had a fever, and got up during the night to see to our comfort, to comfort the whiny child, to ease the pain with a soothing, cool hand, and her calming presence.

Or how about when she said, “Because I said so” and we forgot she spoke from years of experience.

Or when she stood by, wanting to speak, but allowing us to learn our own lessons because we were simply too mule-headed to learn in any other way.

My friend, thank God for such a mother, who taught you, cherished you, cried with you, rejoiced with you, and prayed for you, as she does still, that her child, a Child of God by Holy Baptism, will grow into the person you are now, giving God the glory and the thanks for this Gift, Your Christian Mother.

GPD 5/8/11