Sunday, May 10, 2009

The Mother's Day Post

It would be a nice daughterly thing to do - to write a tribute to my Mom today. But frankly, (who is the stalwart, younger brother of Surely and Certainly), she has had plenty of exposure here, so today on Mother's Day, it's...

All. About. Me.

Whose blog is this, anyway?

It's about a mom who was brokenhearted to see them grow up, but it most certainly would have killed her very quickly if they hadn't.

It's about a mom who was once told she could stop worrying after her child gets married - by someone who didn't know that marriage adds a daughter-in-law to a mom's heartstrings and prayer list.

It's about a mom who struggles more with the heartaches and stresses that befall her kids more than she has ever struggled with her own angst.

It's about a mom who can't walk through a home that has been void of kids for 10 years without thinking of something they said or did and be reduced to tears, but mostly "good" tears.

It's about a mom whose heart races when one of her kid's pictures rings on her cell phone - but always with that tucked-away fear of "I hope nothing's wrong..."

It's about a mom who is so proud of each of her kids because they finally learned from their mistakes, yet knows they will continue to do so.

It's about a mom will never forget about the B's. Dyed blue hair, boobs bitten off Barbie dolls by a brother, brushes with the law, beer bongs, and bashed-in vehicles...but has forgiven it all. Really.

It's about a mom who is so certain of the future happiness of her daughter, that meltdowns are not taken to heart as painfully as they once were. (A "mom is always right" fact).

It's about a mom who loves to hear "How do I ... ?" from one of her kids.

It's about a girl who was blindsided on a Saturday afternoon by a friend who turned out to be exactly the marrying, mom-making kind, so that one kid is like him, one is like her, and one is like both. Three kids. One of each.

It's about a mom who knows these kids have never really been hers, but belong to the Lord. She was just the boss of them for a short time. Sadly, they thought she was joking when she'd tell them that.

He will teach and care for them much better than she could ever have dreamed, as long as their hearts are open to Him and they listen. He will be there for them longer, more consistently, and with much more grace than she ever was or will be. He will forgive more quickly than she did, and of course He will never forget.

And like her, He will always love them unconditionally.

Happy Mother's Day to me!
It's my blog and I'll cry if I want to.

Tea today: Genmaicha

12 comments:

Alix said...

I'm afraid I'm weeping right along with you, Candy. Your post was a beautiful tribute to the art of being a mother. It was a beautiful tribute to you, as a mother. And it was a beautiful tribute to the children your mothering raised into fine adults.

Gosh. I just keep liking you better and better.

Annie K said...

That was awesome Candy. And so are you! Happy Mother's Day!!

Beth in NC said...

That is so sweet! But poor Barbie! lol

Helen said...

I hope you had a Happy Mother's Day.

Beth E. said...

This is great! Reading about Barbie's boobs was painful for me, though! LOL

Tara Thomas said...

This caused me to tear up 10 minutes before newstime...

sherri said...

This was describing my heart and thoughts EXACTLY! Stop it.

katdish said...

Way to talk about yourself! It's your blog, right?

That was awesome. You are an awesome mom. The beer bong thing brough back some memories...

Candace Jean July 16 said...

@katdish - you mean "I love Jesus but I drink a little?"

katdish said...

Yeah, something like that. And HEY! Ron Burgandy is looking incredibly HAWT in that picture!

Candace Jean July 16 said...

@katdish - long live the 80's. The pic was taken in "hole-in-the-water-you-pour-money-into" #1 on the Mississippi. Good times.

Grace said...

I still remember back in the 80's when it dawned on me one day that I'll always be a mother...no matter how old my "kids" are. You described it so well.

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