My mother recently celebrated her seventy-ninth birthday. Iím thrilled to appreciate this gift of growing older with her.
Last summer my parents came from Michigan to spend ten days with my family here in Ohio. As I feel the spring air and go to the places I took my parents last summer I reflect on the delightful time we shared together. When I sit here in our blue recliner chair I envision my dad sitting in that chair. Mom, sometimes sat in the rocking chair next to him. They talked together about the summer activities going on out the front window. Mom loves to browse the shops close by our home. I drive past them now, and feel anxious for her ten day visit this summer, when weíll again plan to visit those shops. The beautiful spring days weíre enjoying right now bring alive those daysí worth of precious memories.
In January my husband, Bob and I flew to Florida to spend several days with my parents there. I helped Mom piece a complicated quilt top. She had a little trouble figuring out the different angles, and even more trouble putting the blocks together on her sewing machine. She decided against the machine and sat many evenings hand stitching the pieces together. I blessed her for trying, at nearly eighty-years-old, to tackle such a difficult project. She and I took golf-cart rides together and shopped at her favorite Rite Aid store.
A few months ago Mom phoned me asking if I would have a book to suggest for her to give to a young mother. This young lady was looking to my aging mother for counsel. I felt blessed again to have this kind of interaction with Mom.
Just a few days ago I suddenly recognized that I am experiencing a privilege many ladies have not enjoyed. There is a bond between a mother and daughter that cannot be created in any other relationship. Iíve ached as Iíve heard of numerous young ladies who have laid their mother to her earthly rest. Iíve sorrowed with them over the loss of not growing old with their mother by their side. Iíve hurt as theyíve longed for that most important person in their life to enjoy their own children, her grandchildren. Iíve lifted them to the throne and asked the Father to fill that empty void in their heart with His very presence. And Iíve blessed the Lord again for the privilege I have of enjoying my mother, even at the ripe age of seventy-nine.
As we look into another Motherís Day month I know itís with mixed emotions that many ladies face it. I realize that in the years ahead I will likely stare at Mothersí Days with a tear-filled heart. Iím honored to know I will have precious memories but I wonder, at times, how Iíll choose to focus on those over the sorrow Iíll feel. Some of you have crossed that path. You know the journey to memories through your pain. And some of you are facing the first year without your mother.
Iím filled with thanksgiving that the Father is a Redeemer. He binds up the broken and bleeding places in our hearts. As we sit in His presence, whether weíre enjoying our mother here on this earth, whether weíre hurting over her departure, the Father comes along side of us, and redeems our situation with His healing presence.
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Donna, this is absolutely heart warming. I highly commnend you on your time with your parents. Children, go to see them while you can. I will see mine again one day in Heaven. My mother died on a Mother's Day, so the memories will be strong that day, for sure. Thank you again, Donna, for sharing this with all of us and for your expression of prayer for mothers. Thomas