With thoughts of mothers and a special day to celebrate them this week, today I toast the real reason women are mothers—their children. Using the acronym we are all familiar with—M-O-T-H-E-R—with a nod to the original writer who gave us the song based on the same, I offer my own version.
M— is for the multitude of things you taught me—bandage a booboo, kiss a toad, clean up puke, multi-task by cooking, cleaning, and loving all at the same time.
O—is for the odd phrases you would say—can cows really fly to the moon, can God see me in the bathtub, can you fix the kitty’s tail I caught in the door?
T—is for the thoughtful things you brought me—see my snake, want to hold my night crawler, look under the rock for the nematode.
H—is for the grateful heart you gave me—another rock, sweet. You picked my roses, how nice. No, I don’t want to pickle your crab in my hydrogen peroxide.
E—is for being ever forgiving—I lost your special seashell, I’ve never raised a son before, ask your father about girls, you don’t like Mexican food?
R—is for the rewards I’ve piled up along the way—your college diploma, a stack of handmade cards, a forgotten flute, a scrapbook full of memories.
Put them all together and you’ll find a child who has loved a mother, making this a truly memorable Mother’s Day.
I Samuel 1:27 (NIV) “I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him.”