I’ve had dreams about my momma the last two nights. I would love to have her here especially at Christmas. I know there are many others that feel this way during the holiday season. I also know some who have such animosity and hatred towards their mother (or other family members) that they couldn’t care less where their mother spends Christmas. So sad. If I could just tell those–hatred is ugly and it only eats on you…and definitely does not prepare us for Heaven. Hatred kills our souls and makes us want revenge which is usually carried out by lies we conjure up or even horrendous acts like ignoring our loved ones at Christmas. We should want to make our mothers happy and want to honor her, no matter what relationship–close or otherwise–we have with her.
“Honor your father and your mother, as the LORD your God has commanded you, so that you may live long and that it may go well with you in the land the LORD your God is giving you. -Deuteronomy 5:16
(I want it to go well with me!)
A wise child brings joy to a father; a foolish child brings grief to a mother. -Proverbs 10:1
A foolish son brings grief to his father and bitterness to the mother who bore him. -Proverbs 17:25
My mom was a sweet soul.
She was soft-hearted.
She loved Jesus and loved her family.
She also loved to tell everyone about whatever was going on in her life. Sometimes that part of her drove me insane. We would be in a public place, around people we had never met and she would start to tell them about some circumstance as if they knew her all her life. I’m unsure why she did that, but the impulse to do it increased as she got older. Looking back, I sure wish I had never felt embarrassed about those times or even worried about who she would bend the ear of on any particular day. No one else really got upset about her stories. I do admit that some of her stories might of been a little personal and it felt awkward, but really it was just me who felt that way. Most people would smile and some would even start with a related story. I hope Mom was never aware of the anger I had in those situations. I have asked GOD for forgiveness so many times for it. I know I only have to ask once, but when you feel guilt, you tend to ask for forgiveness numerous times.
My mom was a “patter.” She enjoyed giving you “love-pats” as she would call them. I am a hugger and do love a good ole bear-hug, but patting made and still makes me feel weird. I’m unsure why. I’m sure some shrink could let me know their opinion, but either way, I just find it a little annoying. I’m not saying I would shun my mom’s love, but at times, it was excessive.
When I was little, like any child I believe, I would crawl up in my mom’s lap and just love to be loved. I loved the security her lap made me feel. She and my dad both always had rocking recliners and she would always rock me when I got in that lap. When I got some older we would even recline back and just lay there together watching TV. I remember watching the Wizard of Oz in her lap–especially thanks to those stupid flying monkeys.
When I got married, my parents were both awesome about scheduling family get-togethers so Bobby and I could be there. They wanted to have the entire family together and if that meant doing it on a different day than tradition, that was fine with them. I so appreciated them for doing that. I married into a huge family that had several events and for my family to take that into consideration, meant so much to me. I’m not sure I ever told either of my parents that. Always tell your parents why you appreciate them! There comes a time (like today for me) that it’s too late.
Here now, as an adult and mother myself, I miss my mom. I would listen to any of her crazy stories, allow her to pat me as much as she wants and would love to watch the Wizard of Oz in her lap again.
…I know there will be a day that I will long for my own children to be in my house together especially at Christmas. I know I will get on their nerves with something I do and maybe one day I will tell stories to complete strangers that embarrass them too…
I pray most of all that no matter what… our relationships can always be good ones… no matter how much I love them or annoy them.
DON’T BE SELFISH AND HATEFUL…
Don’t let the time pass …don’t let your mom pass …
without letting her know that you love her, appreciate her and will miss her when she’s gone.