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Thursday, May 05, 2005

A tribute to my mom

This is a tribute to my mom. Why not comment on your mom as well!

Moms are very special people. They gave you birth. They changed your diaper when you needed it changed, they wiped your nose when it needed wiped, and they probably even spanked your bottom when it needed spanked.

They loved you when you needed loving, they put their arms around you when you needed hugging, and they consoled you when you needed consoling.

Erma Brombeck writes in an article entitled: "I Loved You Enough":

You don't love me! How many times have your kids laid that one on you? Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic motivation a mother, I'll tell them:
· I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going and what time you would get home.
· I loved you enough to let you discover your friend was a creep.
· I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.
· I loved you enough to ignore what every other mother did or said.
· I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt and fail.
· I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, not what I wanted you to be.
· Most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it.
Some mothers don't know when their job is finished. They figure the longer the kids hang around, the better parents they are.

I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless...they crash...you add a longer tail. You patch and comfort, adjust and teach and assure them that someday they will fly.
Finally they are airborne, but they need more string, and you keep letting it out. With each twist of the ball of twine, the kite becomes more distant. You know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that bound you together and soar free and alone. Only then do you know you did your job.

I like what Author and preacher Tony Campolo said one time. He said that when his wife, Peggy, was at home full-time with their children and someone would ask, "And what is it that you do, my dear?" she would respond, "I am socializing two Homo sapiens into the dominant values of the Judeo-Christian tradition in order that they might be instruments for the transformation of the social order into the kind of eschatological utopia that God willed from the beginning of creation."

Then Peggy would ask the other person, "And what do you do?"

Good stuff. Thank God for moms!

I'm thankful for my mom. When I was young, she worked, cleaned the house, cooked and watched over two growing boys, all the while maintaining her sense of humor and sanity.

My mother loves to laugh. She loves to see the humor in situations that can be bleak and negative, and that in itself is a positive in the world that we live in.

My mother loves to be around people. She's at her best in a crowd with friends or family sharing life's events.

My mother has worked hard all of her life - to be a helpmate to my father, and a guide and leader to her children.

My mother loves God. She has served God all of her life.

My mother loves my father. Married 50 years this May. Wow!

I love my mother and I know that she loves me.

I quote verses from Proverbs 31 that describe her:

A good woman is hard to find,
and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
and brings back exotic surprises.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast
for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
then, with money she's put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
diligent in homemaking.
She’s quick to assist anyone in need,
reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn't worry about her family when it snows;
their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
her husband joins in with words of praise:
Many women have done wonderful things,
but you've outclassed them all!”
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises!

Len Sweet in Postmodern Pilgrims recounts a letter a physician wrote to a church-related magazine:

Today I visited an eight-year-old girl dying of cancer. Her body was disfigured by her disease and its treatment. She was in almost constant pain. As I entered her room, I was overcome immediately by her suffering—so unjust, unfair, unreasonable. Even more overpowering was the presence of her grandmother lying in bed beside her with her huge body embracing this precious, inhuman suffering.

I stood in awe, for I knew I was on holy ground. The suffering of innocent children is horrifying beyond words. I will never forget the great, gentle arms and body of this grandmother. She never spoke while I was there. She was holding and participating in suffering that she could not relieve, and somehow her silent presence was relieving it. No words could express the magnitude of her love.

That sounds like my mom.

I love you mom - happy mother's day.

George

5 comments:

Debbie Flattery said...

George:

What a lovely tribute to your mother (my mother-in-law). Your Mom has always been someone to whom I can go and not feel judged by what I say or do. Like you have stated she is an great of example of "standing by your man". She has really been the back bone of your father's ministry with her constant encouragement and love. Behind every good man is an even better woman.

I also give tribute to my Mother. She has been and will always be one of my closet friends. I want to be there for her as she ages just like she has always been there for me. My Mom is likeable, loveable, kind, good, gentle, patient and humble. I want to be just like her when I grow up.

Happy Mother's Day Mom I love you.

Youth Extreme said...

As I have met and gotten to know both of your moms I can attest they are wonderful, Godly women who have blessed their husbands just by their mere presence.

My own mother is a saint, she raised 5 of us, miscarried a 6th. 4 boys and a single girl. My father traveled a lot when we were young so my mother was the main presence and authority in our home up until I was about 8 years old. She taught us to pray, she taught us right from wrong, she told us no, she beat us when we deserved it. But she also loved us, she taught us to laugh, play jokes and dance in the living room. She encouraged us to explore and grow. She did not hinder us from getting hurt but was there to ease the pain. What I learned most from her was dedication and love for my father and their relationship. She did not drive because when my father was home it was important to her that they spend time together. They shopped together, they went to the ball park together, and they worked at making their marriage better. We celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary last year. What an example they have been to us 5 kids. My mother taught me the love of corn in pancakes....We were really poor at one point. We learned potato soup was a delicacy.
But we never knew we were poor..This insight came later after I moved away. My mother is only 5'2" tall and has 4 boys who tower over her, yet we knew better then get smart with her. One look would send us all scrambling. My mom taught us all discipline, how to truly clean, do laundry, and be respectful.

She is an amazing women, she made sure we were in church every Sunday and chance she could get us there. It is part of why I am a Christian today even though this did not happen till later in my life. It is this time each year I begin to feel guilty that I have not told her enough over the past year how much I love her and appreciate everything she has taught me. My boys, Jacob and Alex have a wonderful example to compare their future brides to...It may be hard to find someone equal to their mother, but they can attempt to come close. God has blessed me with a wonderful mother and wife...God has smiled on me....

jarTO said...

It was Memorial Day, 1997, little did I know it would be my mother’s last. She had been in the hospital the last nine weeks with cancer that had metastasized through her entire body. I was sitting by her bed, time alone for just me and her, which had been rare over the last nine weeks. As I sat there talking to her, the Lord reminded me of all the wonderful things my mother had done for me over the years. It was like a flash before my mind. I had only had two baby-sitters over the course of growing up, one when my mother went in for a hysterectomy, the other one night due to a family emergency. I thanked my mother for always being physically present in the home, a hot dinner on the table every single night, clothes always washed and ready to wear. As I sat there expressing this and other things she did for me, the first time ever I am sad to say, the Lord reminded me to thank her for her humility to ride the church bus for almost ten years to get her children to church on Sunday morning. My mother did not drive and she stayed committed to riding the bus every Sunday morning. I sat there thanking my mother for her humbleness and commitment to me and if not for this, I would not be a Christian today. I thanked her for her selfless sacrifice to always put her family first and that because of her I was now married to the most incredible Christian man on earth, now raising two sons with the Lord’s help. Because of her, I had found hope in knowing Christ for myself. We spent the entire day together, alone (outside of doctors and nurses), cherishing time that mothers and daughters do.

Of course I wish I had expressed these words to her sooner, but am thankful that God gave me one last chance to express them directly to her. Little did I know that she would be gone from me within eight days.

I thank George for recommending this Blog to give tribute to our mothers. I wish all of you could have met my mother, Irene, and I know I don’t even come close to serving my family the way she did. If you haven’t verbally expressed all that your mother did for you to her directly, today is a good day to start. We never know what a year holds.

To my mother-in-law - I thank her every day for the man that she raised, how she raised him. I pray I can do the same with my own boys. Thank you, Marilyn, as you have heard me say many times.

DBoyer said...

My mother always made sure we had a inspirational reading and a prayer before we went out the door to school.

My mother always took care of me when I was sick. She was a great nurse.

My mother said the word "Jesus" alot when I was driving. (She was praying).

My mother refused to pick me up from my paper route when it was raining. She said "It's your job - not mine. It won't hurt you to get wet."

My mother cooked the best meals ever.

My mother took the car and picked up little girls for church that were from a very poor family - literally a cabin on the side of a hill. One of those girls is a popular speaker to ladies in Western Pennsylvania today.

My mother loves God and is his ambassador to this day.

She loves God and loves people.

I am fortunate that our children can spend time with their Grandmother - she's the best.

Words are deadly said...

Mom's ROCK!!!!!

Unfortunatly sometimes we take them for granted. I know I have a few times. My mom does get on my back a lot about things. Like my homework or sometimes just because she is in a bad mood. But for the most part I realize that My mom just yells at me and nags me because she loves me. I mean she DID give birth to me, hahaha. She has always been there if something went wrong, I didnt always go to her, but she was there for me still. Kind of like jesus, She is there for me no matter what. She endures it when I may make fun of her gray hairs or when I just ignore her because I'm mad. But she is always there with a loving hand and a heartfelt hug. In the fifteen and a half years that I have been alive there is only one thing that she has ever done that I cant EVER forgive her for. That is that she kept me from going to my brothers wedding, had I of just gone with my dad I could have went. But I know even when I am so furious at her, That if something should ever happen to her. I would NOT know what to do. She is MY mom and I love her FOREVER and FOR ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!! There is nobody in this world like her and that is what makes her even more special to me.She is there for me when I am sick. She has been there for me every time I've been in the hospital and every time I've had a surgry. SHE IS THERE. She's there for me on every birthday and without her I wouldn't ever get to see my dad on my birthdays. Because he works so much he usually ALWAYS has to work on my birthdays, but luckly I have my mom- who persudes him to only work a half day so I can see my daddy for my birthday. I can DEFANTLY thank my mom for that and many other things. She is sooo specail to me- no matter what. I may not always get along with her- but I defantly love her, ALWAYS.

Thank you mama!
~Mindy S. Bartzen