That wonderful time of the day has arrived! Everyone is snuggled beneath covers, lights are dim, the house is clean and only the sound of the dryer can be heard. I sneak upstairs to release my thoughts and embrace my feelings for the day. Adverbs...pronouns...compound predicates...fragments...complete sentences...multiplication...division...planting apple trees...cleaning house...packing for tomorrow's trip...all those thoughts running through my head. Allowing the quiet to engulf me can be difficult at times.
As a child, I vividly remember Mom burning the 'midnight oil' after we all went to bed. I never understood why she would give up hours of sound sleep for.....
....deep cleaning the house that had been filled with laughter, three messy children and all their friends, rich and delicious, homemade meals and the many other activities that filled our home with love. I like to call her my modern day Mary Poppins!
....sewing into the wee hours of the morning for my sister and I. She is a Master Seamstress. We've been privileged to choose exactly the design of dress we liked and, usually without a pattern, she made it! I'll always remember the feeling of waking up with excitement and glancing over at my bedroom door to see the beautiful dress she worked so diligently on throughout the night. It was like Christmas time all over!
....reading or just relaxing in the quiet. She's not one to relax very often. My mom "likes to stay busy" (as she puts it).
....praying and interceding for her family. We didn't run to the doctor over every bump or bruise. My momma just prayed. I've been amazed as a child seeing God do the miraculous! Yes, there were times we visited the family physician, but he wasn't our dearest friend. When my momma prayed it moved heaven and earth. Her prayers came from the depths of her soul. Because she continued to 'carried the torch' I am a fifth generation apostolic mother. Mom, that fills my heart with thankfulness. I want to pass these precious truths to my curly headed sweetheart.
...talking, but mostly listening to teenagers in distress. She is a woman of excellent communication skills. I've cried many tears on her strong shoulders. I've lashed out destructive words to her ears. In the aftermath of it all, I apologize (because she taught me to do so) and she gently reminds me that "everyone needs a sounding board".
Oooooh, how I wish I was just like my momma!
Where she made up her sleep, I don't know. She never laid around the house in her pajamas. She never appeared to be sleep-deprived. I simply don't know how she did it all! But, after putting four, precious children to bed, with their angelic faces laying softly on their pillows....now I know why she did.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma! I love you so much.
As a child, I vividly remember Mom burning the 'midnight oil' after we all went to bed. I never understood why she would give up hours of sound sleep for.....
....deep cleaning the house that had been filled with laughter, three messy children and all their friends, rich and delicious, homemade meals and the many other activities that filled our home with love. I like to call her my modern day Mary Poppins!
....sewing into the wee hours of the morning for my sister and I. She is a Master Seamstress. We've been privileged to choose exactly the design of dress we liked and, usually without a pattern, she made it! I'll always remember the feeling of waking up with excitement and glancing over at my bedroom door to see the beautiful dress she worked so diligently on throughout the night. It was like Christmas time all over!
....reading or just relaxing in the quiet. She's not one to relax very often. My mom "likes to stay busy" (as she puts it).
....praying and interceding for her family. We didn't run to the doctor over every bump or bruise. My momma just prayed. I've been amazed as a child seeing God do the miraculous! Yes, there were times we visited the family physician, but he wasn't our dearest friend. When my momma prayed it moved heaven and earth. Her prayers came from the depths of her soul. Because she continued to 'carried the torch' I am a fifth generation apostolic mother. Mom, that fills my heart with thankfulness. I want to pass these precious truths to my curly headed sweetheart.
...talking, but mostly listening to teenagers in distress. She is a woman of excellent communication skills. I've cried many tears on her strong shoulders. I've lashed out destructive words to her ears. In the aftermath of it all, I apologize (because she taught me to do so) and she gently reminds me that "everyone needs a sounding board".
Oooooh, how I wish I was just like my momma!
Where she made up her sleep, I don't know. She never laid around the house in her pajamas. She never appeared to be sleep-deprived. I simply don't know how she did it all! But, after putting four, precious children to bed, with their angelic faces laying softly on their pillows....now I know why she did.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma! I love you so much.
1 comment:
Amen my dear sister!!!! Happy Mother's Day Aunt Kay... you are a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day... Jesus make me a sunbeam like Katie! I love you!
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