Sunday Reflection: Mother's Day
It's a weird holiday, isn't it?
Here is why: I don't think we ever fully realize what it is that our mothers have given us. We see the obvious stuff--advice, the provisions of life-- but there is always something deeper in play, too. Our moms, in a million different ways, crafted who we become. Sometimes it was intentional, and sometimes it was not.
For me, that is all to the good. One thing about my mom that is remarkable is that she always tries to see the best in everyone; she takes no pleasure in anyone's tragedies. That is such a rare quality today. When I am tempted to do otherwise (a temptation I sometimes succumb to), I hear her voice urging the better way.
There is no one thing that can be said about all mothers, other than this: they mattered.
Here is why: I don't think we ever fully realize what it is that our mothers have given us. We see the obvious stuff--advice, the provisions of life-- but there is always something deeper in play, too. Our moms, in a million different ways, crafted who we become. Sometimes it was intentional, and sometimes it was not.
For me, that is all to the good. One thing about my mom that is remarkable is that she always tries to see the best in everyone; she takes no pleasure in anyone's tragedies. That is such a rare quality today. When I am tempted to do otherwise (a temptation I sometimes succumb to), I hear her voice urging the better way.
There is no one thing that can be said about all mothers, other than this: they mattered.
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