I was listening to the radio on Friday and the morning show was going over some facts and stats about Mother’s Day (highest sales of flowers, most long distance calls etc). What I did not hear on that list was how many mothers believe this day has it a little backwards.
I’m all for honoring my mother. For real, I believe I would do anything to help her and make her happy. She is the singular most influential person in my life. But I also believe she would agree with me on this one point:
Before the flowers and the handmade cards, before the attempts at breakfast in bed and spoiling me for the day…I have already been given four of the most beautiful gifts a mother could want. And just about every day they are with me confirms that God must think very highly of me to entrust me with this particular group of blessings. Or (most likely) He knew that I couldn’t handle that task at all and would spend an inordinate amount of time turning their well-being over to Him in prayer. Whichever way you look at it, I praise Him for the utter privilege of being part of their lives.
Before this family of mine start honoring me, they need to be told, need to remember, need to believe that I am honored to be their mother.
I was listening to the radio on Friday and the morning show was going over some facts and stats about Mother’s Day (highest sales of flowers, most long distance calls etc). What I did not hear on that list was how many mothers believe this day has it a little backwards.
I’m all for honoring my mother. For real, I believe I would do anything to help her and make her happy. She is the singular most influential person in my life. But I also believe she would agree with me on this one point:
Before the flowers and the handmade cards, before the attempts at breakfast in bed and spoiling me for the day…I have already been given four of the most beautiful gifts a mother could want. And just about every day they are with me confirms that God must think very highly of me to entrust me with this particular group of blessings. Or (most likely) He knew that I couldn’t handle that task at all and would spend an inordinate amount of time turning their well-being over to Him in prayer. Whichever way you look at it, I praise Him for the utter privilege of being part of their lives.
Before this family of mine start honoring me, they need to be told, need to remember, need to believe that I am honored to be their mother.