On Mother’s Day most of us stop everything we would normally do on Sunday and remembered our Mothers. In church we will expounded on the importance of Mothers. We will pause to recall those traits about our Mother that made or makes her an importance influence in our lives. Probably memories about Mothers will be shared. The phone lines will be crowded as we call our Mothers and let them know that we think of them and that they are loved.
Everyone’s Mother is special but he Mother that gave us life and nurtured us should be honored by us for the special role she has played and will always play in our life. It is our Mother that sacrificed for us and who, in our life, gave of herself so that we could become who we now are. It is through our Mother that we learned how to love and be loved.
We intuitively realize that when our Mother held us in her arms for the first time something magic happened. It is hard to give it a name and it is hard to explain why, but a bond of love was formed that seems to withstand all the tests that time can give it. I know that some people in later life become so involved in making money, live so far from their Mother, and/or become so involved in caring for their own family that their Mother is no longer in the spotlight. That’s the way life evolves sometimes. But the interesting fact is that this bond does not weaken. Maybe it is because we intuitively understand that our Mother’s love is not self-centered or conditional. Perhaps it is because we understand that we can do nothing that will erode the true love of a Mother.
Some voices try to tell us that this bond between Mother and child is instinctual and that we are mere animals that do what we do out of instinct or for self serving reasons. The observation of a Mother in action easily puts this assumption to rest. No matter what the consequences, a “Mother” will do what has to be done for her child, even if the consequences to her are less than desirable. Most of us grew up with this kind of person, this kind of angel guiding us. It’s no wonder that we stop to let her know we care.
My Mom demonstrates this concept when she says, “I don’t need much from you kids. Just let me know that you think of me and let me know you remember me when you can.” She has chosen to live by herself in her latter years. She says, “As long as I can, I want to make it on my own. You kids have your life and I find pleasure just in reports of your activities, successes, struggles, and triumphs
Perhaps Motherhood is part of God’s plan, assuring that each of us has someone to help us benefit from our time here on earth. The following story illustrates this concept. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. It is called “Unconditional Love.”
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. The child asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”
God replied, “Among the many angels, I chose one for you. Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”
God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”
Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”
God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear; and with patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”
God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”
“I’ve heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?”
God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.”
“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.
God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.”
At that moment there was much peace in heaven; but voices from earth could be heard, and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.
“Her name is not important. You will simply call her Mom.”