As we approach Mother’s Day on Sunday, I am reflecting upon previous celebrations not only with my mother but also with other women who have fulfilled a mother’s role in my life. When I delve into the files of my life, I find a category known as “mommy memories” with dates for specific Mother’s Day observances. My Reader, please join me as I do some reminiscing.
Priority memories are given to my mother with whom I shared the first 25 years of my life. Unfortunately, she died of cancer before she could see either of her grandchildren born. However, I have many positive memories of her. When I was about seven years old, I remember wanting to make her a special Mother’s Day card all by myself. My problem was that I did not know how to spell mother. However, I could spell mommy, so on the front of the card I inscribed “Happy Mommy’s Day!” I still remember her laughing at my ingenuity of how to resolve my dilemma. As she received my card with love, the wording did not matter to her.
My memory bank also has deposits of both my mother and me honoring my grandmother. My mother always bought a white carnation for Grandma to wear on Mother’s Day. At that time, if one wore a white carnation, it meant your mother was no longer living but if you wore a red carnation, your mother was alive. Mom always let me help her give Grandma her flower. Oh, yes, my mother was also proud to wear her red carnation that day.
I fast forward my mind many years to the time when I became the mother. My husband would take our two children with him and they would buy me an orchid to wear on Mother’s Day. I guess the carnation tradition was no longer observed but flowers were still an appropriate gift. I remember the pride and smiles on the faces of Greg and Jill as they would give me my orchid corsage. Neither do I forget the gleam in my husband’s eyes when it was my turn to be honored. I am reminded of Proverbs 31:28, “Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.” I am blessed!
Since my mother died at an early age, I was blessed to have an aunt who helped fill the mother role for me. She lived in Iowa and I lived in New York, however, we shared enough love to stretch between the miles. My husband and I made many trips to Nebraska to see family and whenever possible we would stop in Iowa to see my aunt and uncle. One year we were able to be there Mother’s Day weekend and I went to a Mother’s Day Brunch at church with my aunt on Saturday. I felt very honored that she would include me as her daughter at this event.
New pages continue to be added to my mommy memory file every year. Both my daughter and daughter-in-law are good at remembering me on Mother’s Day, but sometimes I like to make Mother’s Day special for them because they are now the 24/7 moms. I still smile when I think about the Mother’s Day card my daughter gave me last year. She had been teaching the children’s Sunday School that morning and she had them make cards for their mothers. So, she made one for me as well. The card was made like a big ice cream cone with sprinkles and a cherry on top. On each sprinkle was the name of something the child liked about his or her mother. My ice cream cone hung on our refrigerator for a long time!
So, my Reader, how are you feeling about the observance of Mother’s Day this year? Does Mother’s Day create happy or sad feelings within you? Do you have a mom or a mom substitute or a mom mentor with whom you can share the day? We have a friend whose daughter often sends him a Mother’s Day card because her dad was both her mother and her father when she was growing up. While mothers come in many different shapes and sizes, I hope you can express the love in your heart to your “mom person” and you can receive their love as well. My desire is that my Mother’s Day recollections bring to mind many memories you may not have thought about recently. May you find some remembrances that bring a smile to your face. Whether you are the mom or you have mom memories, one thing for all of us to remember is that mothers reflect the nurturing and loving character of God. We are all made in the image of God and each one of us uniquely reflects one or more facets of His nature. I like the image Jesus describes in Matthew 23:37, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem,… how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings.” Picture with me the image not only of a mother hen with her brood of little chicks under her wings, but of our Lord holding and protecting us in His loving arms. Also see yourself with either your mother or your children in a loving embrace.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Enjoy your Mommy Memories!