They are each unique in their own
way.. They can get on our nerves quicker than anything else and they are the
one thing we love the most. They are our moms.
I would go down fighting
proclaiming mine as the best.
I wasn’t the little ballerina
growing up. I wore cowboy boots every day, played softball, and took off bareback on my horse whenever I wanted.
I didn’t like being girly, I liked to be rough and as a result my mother had so much to put up with… To name
a few….
When I was 6 yrs old I broke my
arm play fighting with a boy….
When I was about 8 yrs old I
wrecked my go cart into a barbed wire fence and had a dangerous blood clot….
When I was 10 yrs old I broke the
right side of my face with an iron gate… 
As I entered my teen years I took
to liking the party scene of life very quickly.
I liked alcohol, I liked older friends, and I liked boys.
I didn’t choose to be innocent, I
chose to be a little rebellious. As you can imagine there were also negative results
to the lifestyle I chose in this phase of life as well… I could name many.. But
I will just name one…
It was the first weekend of
summer, and I was 14. That night I made a poor decision that could have altered
and even ended my life for good. I will
spare you the details. But, after a
series of events I ended up being rushed to the emergency room by my mom. Most of my memory of that night is
nonexistent. But one of the most vivid
memories I have is my mother kissing me and telling me how much she loved me.
And of course when I lived to see
the next day… In true mother fashion, she grounded me for the entire summer.
Now that I am an adult and I love
Jesus, you would think her stress level would have gone down.. But, I chose the
missionary lifestyle and then moved states away from her… So that’s not
necessarily the case.
Just last Monday night I was having a dream that I was in an
immense amount of pain, only to wake at 3am to find my abdomen literally in
pain. What did I do? I did what any 23
yr old female would do, I called my mom.
“Mom, It hurts so bad, I can’t sleep and nothing will make it stop.. What is
it?” Of course after I called her she was worried about me and would not stop
calling me until there was a solution to my pain and then it got on my nerves
that she wouldn’t just forget about it.
The truth is that she is the only person that can get on my
nerves, and at the same time I love it.
I love that she cares. I love that she has always been there. I love that she loves me unconditionally. I love that she cares enough to drive me
crazy. I don’t want her to stop getting on my nerves.
We put our Mother’s through the ringer from the minute we
are born…and they still love us the same in every season of our life. I believe that my mother is one of the
biggest expressions of God’s love and grace to me and I am convinced that I
know how to love the way that I do, because she lead by example.
I love you mom! Happy Mother’s Day!
