To hurting moms and kids everywhere
One of Andy’s fondest memories is early morning coffee with his mom. Coming in from doing farm chores he would find her pouring for both of them. Then when he went off to college, he would return on the weekends and continue their habit of having coffee together before all the others got out of bed. Even after marriage, when we would go back home to visit his mother, he stilled enjoyed having that first cup of coffee with her in the early morning. Great time for me to sleep in!
The following was written by Andy, a son who loved his mom. A lady who wasn’t perfect, who made mistakes like everyone else, but evidently was able to show her son that he was loved, through all the ups and downs of childhood to adulthood.
“As I sit here with Mother’s Day quickly approaching, I am reminded of many sweet memories. Times of talking and listening to that special lady who cared for me. Times of wisdom or encouragement, and times of correction. And yes, there were also times of disagreement and even argument. But I always knew she cared. She cared about Jesus, her family and me.
I realize there are a lot of folks who do not have any fond memories of their mothers. I get that. And to say that all of my recollections of my own are perfect and wonderful would be untrue. But that woman holds a very special place in my life. She gave me life, she showed me love and introduced me to the Lord. For these things and many others, I am truly grateful.
Some Moms of today are glorified chauffeurs/ cooks/maids. Too often they are viewed as servants for their children, and that is a shame. Because they are intended to be so much more than that. To be the heart of the home, the giver of love, wisdom, and correction. You cannot be replaced.
And while I am on this subject of mothers, let me say this to everyone whose mother is still living: ‘Kids of all ages, Mom is human. She has made mistakes and will continue to make mistakes as a parent. But trying to hold her to that higher standard that you are wanting from her? That’s not going to get you anywhere. That only guarantees both of you staying hurt. So, accept her as she is. Accept any apologies she offers.
Assume that there are many apologies you may never hear. But then again, you just might. If she gets up the courage. Besides, if you are honest with yourself, you would realize that the problems usually run both ways.’
“Well, Mom, you aren’t here this year for Mother’s Day, but I will think of you. I will choose to dwell on the good memories of you, and to forgive the mistakes that may come to my mind. Love ya, Faye! See you when I get there too!”