Gendusa: In the shelter of a mother’s arms

Published 5:06 pm Friday, May 10, 2019

Mother’s Day often brings mixed emotions.   I am a bit sad on this special Sunday because no matter how many Mother’s Days I celebrate, I always miss Mama. Yet, I am happy because the best part of her spirit resides within me as a mother and grandmother.   

While our parents are still living, we are comforted knowing they provide a shelter for us when we need to get out of a storm.  Once that security is gone, there is an emptiness which continues for most of us for the rest of our days. 

Now, I am the shelter for those who occasionally need arms to surround them and provide an umbrella to shield them from the rain. 

Email newsletter signup

Being a mother to adults is not one bit different than if they were sitting in a high chair throwing Cheerios on the floor.  No one ever tells mothers when we meet our first child, that we will fret over our new little one until the day when worry has ended. 

It takes unworldly strength to be a mother.  When God chose women to become the caretakers of children, I believe He provided us with an extraordinary strong soul and backbone to equip us for the challenge.  He also gave me a heritage filled with exceptional mothers who exemplified pure love.

How many women have become their children’s heroines?   How many Mother’s have sacrificed their lives to protect their children?   

How many women have grieved over the death of a child or cradled an ill baby only to live on with dignity and resolve?  How much love has been poured upon this earth because of Mothers?

The truth is Mother’s lives are immeasurable.  No higher assignment in our world demands such a lifelong commitment. 

The job is full of pitfalls, determination, continually picking up Cheerios, and mending everything from socks to hearts.  The tasks never end, and amazingly, most mothers never want them to.

I am thankful for Rose who taught me, no matter what grief I endure, I must provide shelter for my children.  I am grateful for the legacy of Clementine who showed me how I must have the bravery of a lion to protect my children. 

And, there are not enough appreciation words for my Mother, Elizabeth, who told me to be thankful for the gift of my children every single day.

For all the Mothers who have blessed our lives with God-given strength, comfort, and wisdom, may the Lord keep you in the shelter of His loving arms because your children found their home, enduring love, and purpose in yours.