Shouldn’t everyday be Mother’s Day?
Sometimes I think I should get something for Mother’s Day. You have no idea how many times I’ve been referred to as a mother. Several times this week alone. But they say I don’t technically qualify.
It is a day where we get to show our love and respect for the very person who carried us for nine months. The person who went through hours and hours of labor, wiped our noses, bandaged our skinned knees and cries every time a chapter of our life opens or closes.
Maybe your mother was the kind who took interest in everything you did. Maybe she was the type who you thought was more like a warden, constantly watching you. Or maybe she was the type that you thought never really cared.
Whatever you perceived her to be, she was and always will be your mother.
Mom’s come in all shapes and sizes. They come with long hair, short hair, no hair. They cry, laugh, get mad, get happy and may seem a little psychotic from time to time. But they are that way because when it comes to their children, they do what they have to to protect, teach and survive.
There comes a time in life when we may not see eye-to-eye with her. You remember those days. It seemed she didn’t know anything about what you were going through. She was too strict and always made us clean up our rooms or do dishes as some sort of punishment.
Then later in life it hits you, she was only being a Mom. She cared enough to make sure you knew what you needed to know. Her wisdom suddenly made sense and her strange behavior was sometimes brought on by raising us. Let’s face it, who didn’t drive their parents a little crazy?
I have been fortunate enough to have several “mothers” in my life. Women who have been there and treated me like one of their own children. I appreciate them all.
More importantly, I have had two mothers real close to me. My mom, Wanda, who passed away a few years back. And my mom, Bobbie. I love them both and am proud to have had them both in my life.
Of course, if you are married guys and a dad, then there is another mother near you that needs to be honored. Your wife, who gave birth to your children, has had to raise them and probably you as well, deserves to be honored.
Step-mothers who care and become part of the family count too.
On the softball team at PCHS the girls refer to the coaches wife as Momma Dee. It seems that no matter where we are and no matter how old we are. having a mother figure around can be comforting.
I know we set aside a day every May just for mothers. Next month, we will have a day for dads. Both deserve it.
But the Bible tells us to honor our fathers and mothers. It doesn’t say what day to do it on, so the best I can figure we should do it everyday.
They deserve it.
I’m just saying . . .
P.S. – Happy Mother’s Day to all of you. And to Sarah, Amanda, Dana, Dee, LeAndre, Tonya, Crystal. Gwen and all my mother friends.