The majority of my weekend is being spent on the road so, unfortunately, this week’s message will be short and sweet. However, as luck would have it, I don’t need many words at all to say what I feel in my heart when it comes to the subject of mothers.
I, like so many others, have spent the majority of my life taking motherhood for granted. As a man, I have found it far too easy to simply take a logical approach to what a mother is and chalk their actions up to them just “doing their job”.
Men are wired to do just that… our job. We approach almost everything as a job. It’s “our job” to mow the grass, repair the car, and take the kids to school. Even things like taking the kids fishing or a date night with the wife can be mistaken as a task-like “job”. It’s not as cut and dry as I’m making it out to be, but I hope that you follow what I’m trying to convey.
Some recent soul searching has brought to light a stark realization that, thankfully, has corrected my vision of just what a mother truly is, and has brought to light a profound realization. I’ll do my best to communicate it below…
A mother is stronger than any man could ever dream to be. A mother’s strength is almost effortless in comparison to man’s. As a man fights to “be”, a mother simply “is”. A mother, through divine process, seamlessly becomes a selfless nurturer, starting in her womb, then onto her bosom, and forever in her arms.
A mother will fight the mightiest of armies in her weakest state to protect her young, and she will win, again and again.
A mother, no matter her age, emits a light brighter than the sun, yet her light is unique only to those that she nurtures as they know no other light and would be lost without it.
A mother’s love is like no other. Nothing has ever transcended it, and nothing ever will. Defy this logic if you must, but rest assured that truer words have never been spoken.
I have always loved my mother, but I have never loved her the way she loves me. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t. Only she knows the me that I was from the day I was conceived. She carried me within her, her body feeding mine, and a part of her soul becoming unto me. She held me first. She fed me first. She loved me first. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can ever compare.
I’ve had the blessing of watching my dear wife become a mother, first to our son, and then to our daughter. Just as my mother is to me, she is to them, and it has been the pleasure of my life to witness this.
Like I said, this one is going to be short and sweet. So, please take advantage of it and go spend some time with your mother. If you can’t see her, call her. If she’s no longer with us, remember her, and say her name. Let her know just how much you love her and appreciate her selfless love for you. For those of you with children, make sure that your wife knows just how amazing she is. Be in awe of her, and never lose sight of this.
To my dear wife Michelle, I love you so much, and Happy Mothers Day.
To my dear, dear mother Georganna, I love you more than words will ever truly express. I am grateful for you, I am in awe of you, and I thank God for you.
Happy Mothers Day to all of the amazing moms out there!