Mother – that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. 

~T. DeWitt Talmage

 

Today was Mother’s Day. It is far spent now. By now we have all called our mom’s or gone by to visit, or have had dinner together, or made mom breakfast, or … well you get the idea. It is good that once a year we opportunity to do special things for our mothers. Oddly though, it seems like something we should be doing more often than when Hallmark says we should.  

 

When I think about all of the things that my mother did for her seven children, I am staggered. In fact, I would have to say, that her work as Mom continues well past the day that we all moved out, got married, etc. My mother thinks of all of her children everyday. I know this because when she is here with us I can see it in her eyes and I hear it in her voice. Mom has a capacity to hold more worries and more hurts than any one person should have to hold. I marvel at mothers and how they care so deeply. All of you who are mothers know what I am saying.

 

It would be fair to say that when a child is hurting – weather 10 years of age or 55 years of age that child’s mother aches as well. I wish all mothers a great day today. My prayer would be that all who mother might be able to have a day free of worry for another. In my mothers case she had to watch seven of us go through all of the trials and tribulations of growing up. Today she watches as we all as adults deal with our own lives. She celebrates our joys and she weeps in our sorrow. My mother has worked hard from a very young age at being Mom. If the family were a large corporation Mom would have by now received several watches for service. Indeed in August, the CEO of the company would have to present a 55 year watch. When James was born 56 years ago this August, a mother was born as well. Twenty one years after that, I was born. From that moment nearly 56 years ago, my mother’s whole reality has revolved around her children, and subsequently her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  She has modelled motherhood well to her two daughters and her five sons. I love my Mom. She is one of the hardest working people I know. She sacrificed herself for us and she gave us a great gift everyday – Love. Thank you Mom. And thank you to all mothers for your care and love and for accepting all of our hurts and worries.

 

On a seperate note –  how about a clue or two abot the Monday Morning Trivia?

Ah better just give you one – Think about space travle and Canadians ….get ready – 10 questions. How many will you get right – 6:40 AM – 1550 AM Radio. Let me know how you do.