Today is Mothers Day, a day when we remember dear old Mom, the woman who bore us, raised us with caring and discipline and the one who probably put the most time in for us directly as we were raised. Sadly, there are many who didn't experience mother in the ways that I did and expressed, yet they still remember Mom, likely wishing there had been a better relationship. And, of course, there are those who don't even remember Mom for many different reasons, yet despite all these things we are expected to honor our mother as stated by the words of the Commandment above which was brought down from the mountain to the Israelites as a component of the law by which we were and are expected to live. And this, of course, includes those of the Christian faith who follow the Ten Commandments as also being law to us. So, what is so important about our mothers that we must honor regardless of time or age?
Well, regardless of anything else, Mom had the duty to carry us from conception until delivery and that time generated a bond which is everlasting, even if sometimes it doesn't seem like it. I know in my case that Mom was always paying attention even when I didn't realize it. I know if I got into mischief, she mysteriously knew about it before I got home and in my time of greatest need she was always there. Even at a time as a little boy when I was nearly late for school, when I hurriedly tried to zip up from the bathroom and the zipper found itself lodged on me in a most private spot, Mom calmly took care of me so that I could hurry to school. She told me not to be embarrassed for I needed her. She was a great philosopher with good, practical advice and always took time to discuss my day after school and was religious in her active involvement with the PTA, while volunteering one afternoon a week to give square dancing lessons at school where we all had fun. Yes, she was a professionally trained caller and she had great fun doing it, too.
Thinking back about dear Mom, one thing strikes me most prominently and it was her willingness to sacrifice herself for we children. After all, after arriving with Dad as a new bride in Newport News not long before the opening of World War II, Mom gave up her nursing career for which she worked so hard to devote herself to child rearing. And over the next ten years she bore Dad three children, one girl, the oldest, and two boys aged three and seven years behind our sister. And at the time Dad died, she had all by herself the responsibility of finishing the job of raising us, the oldest being seventeen, a senior in high school with plans to go to college, my older brother who was a eighth grader and me, a fourth grader. Now she could easily expressed her concerns since while Dad provided for her, it would never be anything like the days when he was with us, but she never showed any concerns over it with us, always showing a can do spirit which, with the aid of her faith, always worked out. And indeed it did, for she helped each of us get through college and be productive citizens and all three of us kept the basis of our faith which she always encouraged us to do.
Sadly though, sometimes I guess we never really appreciated fully what she instilled in us, because now that I am getting older I recognize the extra effort she made for each of us to succeed. She always put us first, never doubted for a moment that was expected of her and we all love her now, but with a much more reverent eye than before. In my case, that is something that always comes to mind for I was the last one at home, living for a number of years as the only other person in our lovely Newport News home and I think about her often and wish sometimes I had her here today to talk with. So, Mom, I just want you to know on this day for you on earth, I fully realize all that you did for me and I thank you for it. And, what's more, I look forward to when my days of earth finally come to an end, we'll have a grand homecoming again in heaven and Dad will be there with us as well. You, me, dad, brother and sister but with the added attraction of having the Lord there with us as well. Oh, yes, what a great day of rejoicing it will be. And friends, since each of you have a special memory of your Mom as well, hope to see you there at the grand party in the sky. It will be superlative and beyond our wildest imagination and fitting for the occasion. Happy Mothers Day to all. Enjoy this day of memories and remembrance and enjoy.