*Warning: long post to follow...
Mother's Day once again reminds me of how blessed I am with the mom God gave me. God has blessed me with a heritage of strong Christian women, my mom being the one who has touched my life the most. I think of Nana, my dad's mom, and Mamaw, my mom's mom. I remember a story my dad told me long ago about Nana. Nana was a woman of strong work ethic her. By the time she met and married Gramps (my grandpa), she had a nice nest egg to help buy their first home. That story has always inspired me as I think of how I can contribute to meeting my family's needs. I also think of Mamaw, a godly woman I had the privilege of knowing into my college years. As many of you know, Mamaw was a woman afflicted by many physical challenges her entire life. She had severe rheumatoid arthritis, and in 1980 she lost her leg due to a life-threatening infection. These are just a couple of the physical handicaps she experienced in this life. But when I think of Mamaw, the first thing I remember is her singing hymns. She loved to sing hymns. And when she sang, you knew she wasn't just singing because she loved to sing. She sang hymns because the words rang true in the deepest parts of her spirit. She sang with conviction and with faith. She was a godly woman who modeled faithfulness to God and joy in living in spite of what challenges and pain we may face in this life.
And then I think of my mom. Oh the words I could write about my mom. Let me tell just one story that exemplifies my mom for you. For those of you who knew me as a child (or have seen pictures), you remember quite the tomboy. I loved to play sports, get dirty, and beat anyone at any game. I hated dresses and frilly things. But still at heart, I was a woman, and I longed to beautiful and to be loved. I remember one particularly painful playground experience (6th or 7th grade) when the girls were having a yelling fight with the boys. Brett, one of the boys, yelled the most hurtful words to me, making my feel like the ugliest girl on the planet. When mom picked me up from school that day, I sobbed as I told her what happened and the words that wounded the core of my being. I don't remember the exact words mom said that day. I only know she did comfort me with words. What I do remember is what mom did after that. Mom took me straight to the mall and bought me three new outfits from Limited Too. You may not think this is a big deal, but we were not financially able to shop at this store too often. I'm not sure where mom got the money, but I have a good guess - the grocery money she's always managed to stretch into buying clothes, school supplies, renting movies, and providing extra cash for her children. I remember this day because of the incredibly strong sense of love and sacrifice I felt from my mom. Mom's heart broke for me, her baby girl, and drove her to sacrifice so that I could feel beautiful. I know new outfits don't make a person beautiful, and that's not what I took away from that experience. It was mom's showering of love and praise on me. It was knowing she thought I was beautiful and worth every penny spent for those new outfits. Mom believed in me and
showed me her love. She sacrificed for me because she thought I was worth it. It still moves me to remember that day.
Now I am blessed with a mother-in-law who cherishes her son, my husband, and cherishes me along with him. Many people have struggles with their in-laws, but mine have never made me feel an outsider. Marilee has always accepted me and loved me. She is a giving woman, and if you cross paths with her, be ready - you might eventually be blessed with a gift from her. She is thoughtful, and her gifts prove that. She desires to meet needs when she is able. I think of when Trey and I were newly-newly weds, just a few weeks into this journey, and she called him up and said "Go on a date, on me." What a blessing! Marilee is always thinking of us and loving on us in these ways. I am thankful for her. I also have a sister-in-law who is
such a great mom. I watch her raise her two children and am constantly in awe of the patience with which she raises Marilee and Burke Warren. Now a single mom, she still raises those kids with such enduring patience and kindness, it moves you. She is gentle beyond the point most women might lose their temper. She encourages her children and breathes grace into their lives.
This Mother's Day has been a little different for me than the 26 other Mother's Days I've celebrated so far. As you may know, Trey and I had a miscarriage back in December. Anticipating this day, I didn't know what emotions to expect or how I would feel. My heart hurts today as I grieve our loss of Bennett. I guess that's normal and to be expected. But I am also joyful as I remember the image I had a few days following our loss: that even though I never got to hold our first baby, I know Jesus held him for me. I am also excited as I think of all the women in my life who I have been able to watch and learn from so far, so that when I am a mom someday, I might have just a bit of their grace, wisdom, kindness, and patience. I love you all, and
Happy Mother's Day!!!