Happy Mother Day By DL Banks
Perhaps it takes courage to raise children.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.You are evidence of your mother’s strength, especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead like yours truly and regardless she has always maintained her sanity.You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized. Compassion is like mother giving love to her children. Mother’s ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.
Behind all your stories is always your mother’s story. Because hers is where yours begin. Consider a small child sitting on his mother’s lap while she reads him a picture book. The picture book opens to a width that effectively places the child at the center of a closed circle – that of mother’s body, arms, and the picture book… That circle, so private and intimate, is a place apart form the demands and stresses of daily life, a sanctuary in and from which the child can explore the many worlds offered in picture books. Despite all of our society’s technological advances, it still just takes one child, one book, and one reader, to create this unique space, to work this everyday magic.
It is a fundamental truth that the responsibilities of motherhood cannot be successfully delegated. No, not to day-care centers, not to schools, not to nurseries, not to babysitters. We become enamored with men’s theories such as the idea of preschool training outside the home for young children. Not only does this put added pressure on the budget, but it places young children in an environment away from mother’s influence. Too often the pressure for popularity, on children and teens, places an economic burden on the income of the father, so mother feels she must go to work to satisfy her children’s needs. One of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive. Probably there is nothing in human nature more resonant with charges than the flow of energy between two biologically alike bodies, one of which has lain in amniotic bliss inside the other, one of which has labored to give birth to the other. The materials are here for the deepest mutuality and the most painful estrangement.
Isn’t this the truth of any good mother? That in all of our lives. They worry only about those they brought into this world, regardless of whether they loved them back or treated one fairly or understood our shortcomings. And really, how insulting is it that to suggest that the best thing women can do is raise other people to do incredible things? You can’t love your mother or father if you don’t also have the capacity to grieve their deaths and, perhaps even more so, grieve parts of their lives.
On this Mother’s Day and every day before and after, We thank you God for the precious gift of my Mother. I love her and always will unconditionally. If I were asked to define Motherhood. I would have defined it as Love in its purest form. Unconditional Love. There is no teacher equal to mother and there’s nothing more contagious than the dignity of a father. Let us dedicate this new era to mothers around the world, and also to the mother of all mothers — Mother Earth. It is up to us to keep building bridges to bring the world closer together, and not destroy them to divide us further apart. There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressible a wound that will never quite heal. But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
May each of us remember this truth; ‘one cannot forget mother and remember God. One cannot remember mother and forget God.’ Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one. If you judge a man, judge only his heart. And if you should do so, make sure you use the truth in your conscience when weighing one’s character. Do not measure anybody strictly based on the bad you see in them and ignore all the good. You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be. I had a mother who read to me. My Father had a strengthening character like the sun and mother had a soothing temper like the moon. Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
Think of your mother and smile for all of the good precious moments.