Sunday. Today is a beautiful sunny Sunday in New York. Happy Mother’s Day!!! For other mothers who might be reading this, I’m sure you can relate to this: sometimes I am simply overwhelmed by the wonderful blessing of being a mother! For sure, it’s a lifetime labor-of-love. But, whether or not you are a mother, you have been borne of a mother and know well the relationship and dependency.
I’ve been blessed. I had a mother who loved me all the time. I never doubted her love and could always depend on her love. Her mother was like that for her — so loving and accepting — no doubt that my grandmother’s love was unconditional and forever. I’d like to think that their examples have provided me the framework in which to love in return.
Besides the inevitable constant and hard work involved, there are so many rewards from being a mother. My mother used to tell me that marriage takes hard work, which is of course true, but I think you could add being a mother to that sentiment. Both require diligence, fortitude, forgiveness, attention, and energetic involvement. And, both give back many blessings in return. That old adage, the more you put into something, the more you get out of it, is so true. It applies to just about everything.
I have often wished that there was some magic formula for having kids grow up happy, stable, smart, successful — but of course, there simply IS no magic formula. While there are no guarantees, there is no substitute for walking with God every step of the way. No matter what the new day brings, God provides the strength to face it. As I see it, that is far better than relying on some imaginary magic formula.
Waiting for us upon our return from spending the afternoon at Rusk with Rob was a beautiful bouquet of Mother’s Day flowers from Jack. They are so pretty. The second gift I have received is an all-day visit from Rob today — he was able to maneuver a “pass” for the entire day. There is no physical therapy or occupational therapy scheduled for today, so he’s not missing anything other than the enjoyable banter he exchanges on a regular basis with his roommate.
Tonight we are planning to go out to dinner, followed by getting Rob back to his hospital room. Jack is planning to fly here next weekend for a visit — the timing of his trip seems to be just right as Rob should be back home by then.
Having Rob up and walking on his new prosthesis after weathering a brave battle against cancer, having so many wonderful and dedicated medical folks involved with getting Rob well — these are about the best gifts a mother could receive. Having Lee Anne staying here in NYC with us for the past weeks has also been such a great gift — truly, my cup runneth over!
I Corinthians 13: 1-7 If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.