Mother’s Day was yesterday and I, personally, had a splendid time and I hope all of you out there did, too.
I think Erma Bombeck pretty much said all there was to say about mothers in her piece, When God Created Mothers
“When the Good Lord was creating mothers, he was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pair of hands.” This wonderful piece goes on through all the attributes of a mother…tough but soft…can reason and compromise…feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger, but the ending is the best…
“Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.” “It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.” “What’s it for?” “It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.” “You are a genius,” said the angel. Somberly, God said, ‘I didn’t put it there.”
Mother’s Day can be something of a minefield. If one has a fabulous mother who is still available to go to brunch, lunch, buy a card for, send flowers to, and hug numerous times, it’s a great day. If one’s mother has been summoned into God’s presence, where she received her “Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful with the things I entrusted to you, and now I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master” crown, it’s a more difficult day, but one filled with delightful memories. John’s mother, Leila, loved me with an all encompassing love. She prayed for me, praised me, wrote to me, loved my cooking and loved me. I suspect her ‘good and faithful servant’ crown is especially beautiful, just as her heart was. (Mt. 25:23)
I had an email conversation with a friend about mothers and this is what he said about his:
“My Mother, Virginia, was the oldest of four sisters, when, at age 15, her father ended his life in 1926. He was severely depressed over severe financial losses he incurred through a disastrous investment in "safety glass" just being introduced in the auto industry. He went "all in" with every dime of savings they had accumulated, and was wiped out when the company folded. (No social security, survivor benefits, Medicaid in 1926.) Her world changed dramatically overnight, and all the girls, who worshipped their Dad, suffered bouts of depression throughout the remainder of their lives. However, my grandmother and the 4 sisters persevered through very tough years (the Depression etc) with grit, hard work, and a sense of humor. A friend of her father got Mom a job as a filing clerk, and many a dinner thereafter consisted of a hardboiled egg and a piece of toast. She finally finished high school at age 60, went on to college, and died at 79 "with a book in her hand. She was an absolutely wonderful woman and mother in every way you can imagine.”
John and I had lunch with two of our daughters, son-in-law, Dave, grandchild, Luke, yesterday. Had a great time, exchanged cards, and laughed a lot over Mexican food. Our Texas family, youngest daughter, Crissy, her husband, Chris, and their little girls, Jessie and Emily sent me flowers which arrived last Wednesday and are still just as beautiful today. A lovely card arrived from son, John, daughter-in-law, Michon, and their two little guys, Caleb and Brady. It doesn’t get much better than that.
Thinking about Mother’s Day brought a precious remembrance to mind. Our son, John, when he was about nine, give or take a year or two, took his own money downtown and bought me two or three perfect red roses. As it was not quite Mother’s Day yet, he was concerned about what to do with them so he put them in the freezer to be sure they wouldn’t wilt. Freezers and flowers are not a good blend and you can imagine his crest-fallen little face when Mother’s Day came and he gave me my roses. They were still beautiful in my eyes and those frozen roses stand out in my memory as one of the best Mother’s Day gifts ever.
God bless you all this week, and fill your hearts with wonderful memories of great times with your mom. Call her up and remind her of the time you did whatever it was you did that made her laugh.
Erma Bombeck passed away in 1996 – way too soon. If you haven’t read one of her books, read one! She was very funny... “never lend your car to anyone who whom you’ve given birth!” And very wise… “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could only say, ‘I used everything you gave me.’”