Mom.  A name that means so many different things to so many different people.  For some, it invokes feelings of nostalgia, for some, resentment, for others, gratitude, but mostly, I think, a healthy respect.

Moms do a lot.  From morning sickness to childbirth, their strengths are tested and their limits pushed physically and emotionally before they are even able to hold their child in their arms.  Then their patience is tested in sleepless nights and endless messes, tantrums and play-doh in the carpet.  From there they are called upon to help us when we just can’t do long division, as we realize how hard growing up is, and as we make that transition from child to child and friend.

Moms are a lot.  From chef to taxi driver, butt-wiper to boo-boo kisser, counselor to sanity preserver, hugger to nurturer, moms are the ultimate all-in-one.  There are so many skills they have and jobs they take on that I could never adequately describe them all here and likely won’t grasp the variety of them myself until I become a mom.

Moms love a lot.  They love us through all our phases of hissy fits, hormones, and hysteria, and by golly, that has to take a whole lot of love!

Mom, I’ll love you forever,

I’ll like you for always,

Forever and always,

My mama you’ll be.

I know these may seem like such glorified descriptions of moms, especially for those who do not have a good relationship with their mom, but I write these because it’s what I see in my own mom.

Not only does she love my three sisters and I, she has amassed a whole posse of other youth (at least 30, if not edging closer to 50) who also claim her as a 2nd mom, just because of the great love she shares with all those she comes in contact with.

I have my days where I feel patient, brave, and even-tempered, and then I look at my mom and see I have SO FAR left to go.  She’s saved my life so many times, literally and emotionally.  She is the person I aspire to be.  She has shown me what it means to love unconditionally, and I think its safe to say that I and many others are alive, hopeful, and loving others ourselves because of her.  She’s the mom to those who don’t have one, and she does it so well.

Because of my mom, I do what I do today.  I am who I am today.  I love those I love today.

Because of her, I’m here.  And life is such a precious gift! She was one of the givers of my earthly life, and she was one of the ones who introduced me to everlasting life.

I cannot express the depths of my love and gratitude to her.  She is the epitome of selfless love.

Proverbs 31:28-29, 31 TPT

“Her sons and daughters arise in one accord to extol her virtues, and her husband arises to speak of her in glowing terms.  ‘There are many valiant and noble ones, but you have ascended above them all!’ So go ahead and give her the credit that is due, for she has become a radiant woman, and all her loving works of righteousness deserve to be admired at the gateways of every city!”

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