This past Sunday we celebrated Mother’s Day. I like to think of this day as celebrating all those women who have nurtured me along life’s journey. The list includes Aunts, neighbors, church ladies, co-workers early in my career, pastors (yes, I was lucky to have female pastors growing up), and of course, my mother and grandmother.
These women taught me how to me a strong, compassionate, faithful woman. I am deeply grateful for each of their influence on me. My mother was the best. I know you are thinking the same thing about your own. She was raised on a farm in Tennessee and brought southern values into our home. Her work ethic was beyond reproach, her faith in God steadfast and her love for her children ran deep. She also had the gift of precognition, so I grew up knowing it was not to be feared.
She died when I was 26 and my grandmother died a few months later. I became the matriarch of the family at a very young age. The other women in my life became my mentors and mother-figures. The person who entered my life thirty years ago was my mother-in-law, Laverne. She showed me how to be a loving wife, mother, step-mother and grandmother. From the moment I married her son, she accepted my children as her grandchildren. There was no “step” in front of that title. Her love is unconditional and I love her deeply and am grateful each day that when I married her son, I also her as part of the package.
Even though my mother has crossed over, she is never far away. I feel her presence at the times I need a mother’s love the most. I pray to God for her to be near and I feel her close. The bonds of love can be very strong and survive even death. I have been blessed with many “moms” that I give tribute to this day. But none are as strong as the love between my birth mom and me even in death. Be sure to let your mother know how much she means to you this week and every week.