I’ve heard and read dozens of beautiful tributes to mothers today, and while I don’t have anything extraordinary to add to them, I’d like to share some thoughts about some special mothers that I know, beginning with my own. Incidentally, I’m not feeling particularly creative this evening so I’m going to use some of the same words that I used in a post on Persistent Illusion’s blog.
My mother died in in October of 2000, and not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. She was a strong, beautiful, hard working, classy Southern lady, and she tried her best to instill virtues of gratitude, kindness, honesty, and all the other good stuff into her four children. My sister and I have often wondered why it is that our children ALWAYS speak of what a classy lady Granny was, and not one of them says that about us, their own mothers. Hmmm. Interesting. When her grandchildren arrived, she loved them fiercely. Just a couple of weeks ago, my friend Connie and I went to see Oklahoma, and there sat some of my mother’s friends; it was great to see and hug them and to know that all of us were having loving thoughts of the same great gal.
My little daughter Carrie is the mother of my three grandchildren, and she is the consummate mother: patient, fun, creative. She takes time with each child, plans fabulous parties, cooks gourmet meals, makes and sticks to chore charts, teaches manners right along with colors and shapes, and takes time out to dance, dance, dance with any and all of her “cutie patooties” who want to dance. She has her “finger on the pulse” of her children’s needs, anxieties, and dreams, and her little family has treated her like the queen she is today. Rich bought flowers for her, prepared lunch, made sure she had a nap, and when I called to wish her a happy day, Carrie said that he and the children were upstairs wrapping her gift.
Another young woman I’d like to say a few words about today is my niece Katherine who became a first-time mother in September of 2007. Rachel is a doll who has won everyone’s heart with her big brown eyes and beautiful little face. She has brought much joy and happiness into that little family, and it’s heartwarming to hear Katherine speak so tenderly and sweetly to her precious daughter. The grandmother of this little one is my sister Ann, a fabulous mother and virtuous woman whose price is far above rubies.
One night a year or so ago, I was spending the night at Carrie’s house, and I was sleeping in the room with Braden. He was probably between 3 and 4 years old, and he woke up very upset about something. Although I tried to comfort him, it was to no avail because he wanted HIS MAMA. Carrie came into the room and leaned down over him, talking soothingly and cradling him in her arms. Even in my groggy state, I thought to myself that little Braden will always “feel” his mother’s love even though he would not remember that moment. Her love for him permeates his very being and will go with him throughout his life. As I observed the tender scene, I thought of a paragraph from Harry Potter in which Dumbledore is talking to Harry. I LOVED it, for I think it’s true of all mothers who love their children with a fierce love.
“….If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign…to have been loved so deeply even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.”
Happy Mother’s Day!