Reminiscing on Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day, I was reminiscing on some of my childhood memories of my mom. It’s always the little things you remember the best. Mom teaching me how to sort dirty clothes before I could even see the top of the washer, Oreos and milk the first night we moved to the city, being “back-up” singers to songs in the car and purposely coming up with the most awful harmonies and howling we could think of. Long talks on long drives–something I always treasured.

It occurred to me that Mom taught me everything I needed to know to be the woman I am today. How to walk in heels, how to apply make-up, lady-like behavior, manners, and a whole plethora of little pieces that make up a whole me. Most importantly, she taught me about God and how to be a good mother myself. That’s one thing I can honestly say: When I’m dealing with Peanut (whether it be a good dealing or a bad one) and my mom comes out, I am completely fine with that. I hope that I can “mother” Peanut just like I was mothered because Mom seemed to find the perfect balance of having the fear of God in me and being my best friend all at the same time. It’s a relationship I hope very much to copy.

It also occurred to me that in the whole scheme of things, women are all mothers. There are several women in my life that have had lasting impacts on me and still continue to. Every child we encounter gives us an opportunity to be motherly. We never know how important or fulfilling a small amount of attention could be. We also never know how much a child could secretly look up to us.

I hope all of you had a wonderful Mother’s Day and Mom, thanks for giving me everything I needed to be where I am today.

Love,

The Dairymaid

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2 thoughts on “Reminiscing on Mother’s Day

  1. Wow….as I sit here with tears flowing down my cheeks, after reading what my daughter wrote about me for Mother’s Day, I reflect on all those things we did and it brings back such a rush of emotions. Yesterday, as I sat in church, listening to Pastor David Lindell speaking about mothers and their role in their children’s lives, I was hoping my children could look back and remember something of what he was saying that could apply to me. I never dreamed it all would. I am truly touched that my daughter remembers me in such a way. Thank you my sweet daughter for allowing me the honor of raising you, and thank you Lord for gracing me with the, sometimes daunting, role of being a mother to such amazing children.

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