The most cherished thing a mother can give……
How many of you compare yourself as a mom to others?
“I should do more crafts with my kids like ___________”
“I should play outside with my kids more like _____________”
“I should spend more time teaching my kids about the Bible like _____________”
And how many of you also compare or have compared your own mom to others?
“I wish my mom was more like ____________’s mom because she takes her family on vacation.”
“I wish my mom was more like ______________’s mom because she keeps her kids every weekend.”
“I wish my mom was more like ______________’s mom because she cooks amazing.”
I know I am guilty of comparison on all accounts. I’ve seen it written before that comparison is the thief of all joy. Here’s a thought, ladies. In honor of Mother’s Day, let’s celebrate the moms that God has given us and the moms that God has created us to be to our own children.
Psalm 139:13 says “for you created my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” Wow. I’m sure you’ve heard this verse multiple times in reference to your identity in Christ and being made in His image. But when you think about our amazing Creator selecting your mom to be your mom, and so perfectly piecing you together there, it’s enough to break me. In His sovereignty, He picked your mother’s womb for you, your womb for your children, and their womb for your grandchildren. Isn’t His plan amazing???? I look at my boys often and think “How lucky am I that they would call me mommy? How did I get picked to be privy to a gorgeous freckle faced toothless blonde, a rocket-science in the making red-head, and a hysterical two-year old cutie?”
As for my own mother, she is pretty non-traditional in her ‘mom’ ways I’d say. But her differences have taught me so much.
There is no project she can’t tackle, whether it be with power tools or a sewing machine, my mom is capable of figuring just about anything out.
She makes the best deviled eggs and vegetable soup on the planet
My thumb is pretty brown so she is doing her best to pass on her green thumb genes to me
She’s a nurse so nothing shocks her or grosses her out
At 70+ years, she has no sign of gray hair (let’s hope I inherited that gene)
As a granny to my 3 boys, she loves them without spoiling them too much and is not hesitant to discipline them when necessary
In my early motherhood when I trying to figure it all out, she was never overbearing. She let me find my own wings as a mommy
In high school, my mom helped us build the homecoming float every year
In junior high she drove us to pick up supplies for TPing
For Christmas she buys me power tools
For birthdays she feeds my Matilda Jane addiction
While all these little fun facts are great, perhaps the most cherished thing about my mom is her model of Christ-like, unconditional love she has always had for me. I was a horribly difficult child and a sassy-mouthed know it all teen. I ran away several times in my late teens and have racked up a laundry list of bad choices in these 34 years. But through it all, my mother’s love has always been constant. She may not have agreed with every choice I made, but there was never a time in my life that I felt unloved by her. Like Jesus’ love for us, there was nothing I ever did that separated me from her and her love for me. I never had to earn anything or work my way into her graces. She always has just loved.
Isaiah 66:13 “As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you; you shall be comforted in Jerusalem.”
So at the end of the day when I am doubting my abilities to discipline three boys, questioning whether or not I played with them enough, or feeling guilty for feeding them frozen burritos and yelling at them for not putting their shoes on quick enough, I should be thanking God for the unconditional love He gave and the work Christ did on the cross. Without that love, there would be no example for myself, my mother, and all of us to follow.
Love you, Mom.