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“But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.” ~ Mitch Albom
Our mothers give us life.
Nurtured and developed as one from our conception to birth, we spend the rest of our time separating. We yearn for her embrace and reject it over and over. We bless her for her kindness and protection, and then curse her for embarrassing and smothering us. We run back to her for kisses yet flee her when we are ‘busy’.
There are so many complications in our relationships. That same giver of life, however, never gives up on us, never grows truly weary of our bothers and always hopes and prays for us.
I have been given the great blessing of witnessing generations of mothers in my family. My daughters have given birth to my grandsons and granddaughters.
Five years ago my wife and I went to be with my youngest after the birth of her first child, Jack. The way she looked down at her little guy with that wondrous frown of delight, her tenderness, soothing words, pleasure in her husband, and hourly sacrifices made me remember her mother. I see her in her Mama’s arms and something inside of me sees my mom and grandmother doing the same things through the ages.
I have experienced the transformation of my daughter-in-law as she moves from work to home summoning effortlessly the energy and happiness of raising and playing with our two granddaughters in Memphis. Then I remember playing with my own mother and grandmother on the floor as a little one.
My dear wife mothers her children, her grandchildren, her former students and her wayward husband ceaselessly and I am awed. There is never a day that goes by without her compassionate words of encouragement.
I experienced the passing of my sister-in-law a few years ago. Her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren grieved her loss and celebrated her life together. Her grace remains with each of them as time goes on.
On this Mother’s Day, all of this reminds me that our mothers are truly to be called blessed forever. The love they give is more than we can ever return. So, today I will pray for all mothers. I will remember their love that gives us life.
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