What do you remember about your mom that makes you smile?
If there are no wonderful memories of your mom, what woman most impacted your life?
The summer before kindergarten my mom would make me take a nap every afternoon. I think all kids probably hate the idea of a nap, having to stop playing and be still for a while. But I remember the windows being open in the house and the fan blowing on my hair and face. I slept solid and sound and though I didn’t want to lay down at first, I sure didn’t want to get up later. It felt so good. It felt so safe, so secure and so relaxing. Just knowing my mom was in the other room preparing dinner, doing laundry and cleaning up the house made me feel like everything was right with the world.
In my mind, she was a Master Chef when it came to preparing picnic lunches. She always made sandwiches with thick slices of ham. She included potato chips, boiled eggs, and Hostess chocolate cupcakes with the cream filling. Sometimes she would even ice down a six-pack of those little bottles of cokes. It would have been easier for her if we had just stopped for lunch. But money was tight, there wasn’t a McDonald’s on every corner and it couldn’t have compared with the cooler.
I was a terribly picky eater, which drove my dad crazy, but my mom would sneak plain hamburgers to me, before my dad got home, so I would at least eat something. It’s funny as I look back on it; I hated when she would call us every morning for breakfast. I got so tired of eating eggs and bacon, gravy and homemade biscuits. Now I only wish I could eat that way again. Saturdays were homemade pancakes and many Sundays she served stove top oatmeal with plenty of sugar. I could go on and on about white beans, cornbread and fried chicken…that was fine food even for a finicky eater.
There were many times she cared for me when I was sick, injured or nursing a broken heart. And she made many sacrifices for my sisters and me. It’s easier to see all that she gave up, now that I’m a mom, too. I know even more the things I did not do for her the times I took her for granted and the times I didn’t help her when I could have. But she allowed me to be a kid and didn’t expect too much of me. I try to remember that when I get angry with my own children for not helping out. I know she did without so we could have things; and I know she worked really hard to make us clothes and help us get through school. I thank God for choosing her to be my mom and for giving her the strength to keep going when I know there had to have been many times when she just wanted to quit. I am grateful for her discipline (all of which I needed) and for loving me when the punishment was over.
My mom frequently quoted the verse in Proverbs 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” She was the one who took us to church. I knew, even as a young child, that God had a hold of my heart. But there would be many tumultuous years before I would completely choose to follow Him. I know there were times when she thought I had lost my way…but that verse from Proverbs is continuously proven true in my life. God knows we are going to stray, especially as teenagers and young adults. But He also knows that–with the right foundation, when we are older and better able to understand– we will be back.
My mom tells me I’m a giving person; but I know I wasn’t born that way. In fact, as I watch my own children, I am often reminded that we do not come into this world civilized. We have to be trained. I spent years living a self-centered, selfish lifestyle, thinking I knew more than my mother did. If I am a giving person now, it is only because she continued to teach me.
The world tries to teach us that the material things are what really matter. We need to be skinny, young, pretty and have more stuff in order to be happy. But true happiness is often found in the simple things, the things we remember.
Just ask a mom, any mom. She will most likely tell you that true beauty is not found by looking in the mirror…but by looking inside yourself to see who you really are.
She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her;
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
But a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Proverbs 31: 27-31
Happy Momma’s Day ladies
Take time to honor a woman you love!
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Comments on: "Momma’s Day" (3)
Wow, I can totally relate. I remember so many of the same things you spoke of from my own childhood and I’d forgotten some. Thank you for this. Happy Mother’s Day!
I love reading about childhood memories…I remember afternoon naps…sometimes they’d be outside on a blanket and I would have a vague feeling of a carpenter ant crawling across my leg…Motherhood does teach us a lot.
I often tell my friends I have learned more from my own son than all the preachers put together. 🙂 And the older I get the more I appreciate the simple things and the memories of all those innocent years. Thanks for your comment. I hope you will find your way back to Keziahcarrie from time to time.