Mother’s Day Thoughts

When Anna Jarvis first envisioned the celebration of Mother’s Day, she intended for it to be a day that families set aside to spend time with their mothers showing their appreciation for the sacrifices they have made. No mom has sacrificed more for her children than my mom has for me.

Mom has given up so much time and energy to come help me when I need it because of an HM flare up. She is patient with me when I am emotionally out of control, and she is pretty much the only one who can help me get out of those emotional pits. When I have a seizure, she knows exactly what needs to be done even when I can’t communicate that to her.

Mom knows me better than I know myself. She knows when I am using my HM as an excuse (which does happen, to my shame). She knows when I need to be left alone but also when I shouldn’t be left alone. She knows when I’m trying and when I’m being a wimp.

And she’ll tell me. Mom doesn’t let me get away with wrong thinking. She will rebuke me when I need to be rebuked.

But she also listens. My mom knows the desires of my heart. She listens when I spill my guts about decisions I have to make or things that are worrying me. Her shoulder is there when I need to cry my heart out because life just took an unexpected turn.

My mom is my best friend. I wouldn’t wish for a different mom even if it were possible. As Proverbs 31:29 says, “Many daughters have done virtuously, but [she] excellest them all.” My mom is the best, and I don’t think God could have given me a better one.

So, happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you, and I am incredibly grateful for you.

(Side note: For an interesting history on Mother’s Day, click here.)

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