Today is Mothers Day, that day when we honor and celebrate our mothers for all the love and devotion they have provided us. It's a good time for each of us to look back on our lives and the many things, both large and small, which our mothers have done for us over the years.
While fathers have traditionally been called the head of the household, mothers are the glue that holds the family together and for them to be most successful in their prime purpose of life, bringing forth children and preparing them for the world, they must have the love and support of a good husband. It's as God would have it; a devoted pair of parents working in unison to raise children to face the world, both through developing skills to support themselves and a faith in God Almighty to guide them.
Sadly, today we have many single parent families, largely headed up by mothers. In these cases, the mother is tasked with performing both the mother and father role and yet, though extremely demanding and difficult, many a child has gone on to success under these circumstances because of a loving mother who has been there for them in there time of need.
In my own life, my father died when I was but a boy of nine. And being the youngest of three children, I didn't fully realize at that tender age the impact that shouldering full responsibility for the three of us had on my mother. Through it all she was cheerful, yet stern on those occasions when necessary, and she prepared each of us to be successful in school and in developing a good moral work ethic. We never were hungry, we always had good food, clean clothes and a warm place to come in out of the storm. She also encouraged us and sacrificed for us so that each of us was able to successfully graduate from college without debt. And we had something much greater, something which you can't put a price tag on: we had love. We all three knew that our mother loved us and was devoted to us.
Mom lived to be ninety-one. She was strong, alert and on her feet until the final two years of her life when she developed Alzheimer's. Thankfully, she felt no pain and the Lord decided over a relatively short period that it was time for her to come home. And now, as I get older and know that my own mortality draws much nearer, I realize more clearly than ever just how important my mother was to me. There are times when I wish I could see her, talk about the old times and receive her counsel. But while I can't, I know that when my days are done, I will have the opportunity to see her again, as well as my dad, in a place much better than this one. I am looking forward to that day and what a great and glorious reunion it will be with the Lord Jesus also at our side.
I hope each of you will take some time to remember and honor your mother today. She's spent her life nurturing and worrying about her precious sons and/or daughters. The least you can do is show her how much you love and appreciate her on this day.
God bless mothers everywhere.