Once again it’s Mother’s Day, a time to celebrate our mothers with flowers, chocolates and special treats. This is also a day many of us miss our mamas.
It’s not easy being motherless on Mother’s Day when our mothers are in Heaven.
I miss Mama (so much!) She left a huge legacy of love and hope in my heart with her example of faithfulness. My parents were married 58 years, 28 of which Papa suffered from a debilitating disease that left him a bedfast quadriplegic.
Mama looked after him tirelessly. Papa called her his “care lover.” You wouldn’t believe how mushy they could get, whispering “sweet everythings” to each other.
My Mama was a steel magnolia, fragile like fine china on the outside but steely strong in her faith, love, determination, and encouragement. She almost died from toxemia after having my oldest sister, but went on to have four more children. (Since I am #4 of 5, glad she and Papa kept on going.)
Mama poured her life out from the deep well of God’s love in her heart that overflowed with generous compassion and care for others.
She served selflessly. She loved and lived with unswerving steadfast devotion. She encouraged and inspired others. She gave of herself generously.
When Mama couldn’t even speak her last bedridden week of Hospice, at one point she reached her spindly arms up around my neck into a hug – a final embrace of her love that I will never forget.
“Hope does not disappoint because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts.” (Romans 5:5) Thank you, Mama, for pouring the love of God in my heart in so many ways.
Thinking about it, I am not really motherless on Mother’s Day. I may not be able to hug her in the here and now, but Mama is always present in my heart.
The hugs of her love will always be part of me.
grace, peace & ethereal Mother’s Day HUGS
Virginia : )