It takes skill to be a mom. Like any skill, you have to learn it. I’ve had some great teachers.
My Mom is one of the most grace filled, unconditional love-giving person I know. She loved me enough to let me make some hard mistakes. Coming along side me, to help pick up the broken pieces in life when my choices proved devastating. I have no doubt the love she has shown me is the closest thing to God’s love I’ll find this side of heaven.
I want to be just like her.
As if that alone isn’t enough…God gave me another mother. Ben’s Mom.
I love her as if she had raised me. She’s the one I call when I want to shop, have had a bad haircut or need a girlfriend. She has shared family recipes, traditions and secrets with me; in-trusting their goodness in my care until I can pass them on to my daughter-in-laws someday. With her welcoming embrace she has woven me snugly into the tapestry of Ben’s family. There is no doubt this is my God given place in life.
I want to be just like her.
I have that chance. The Lord has blessed me with: two healthy sons whose smell intoxicate me into the highest heaven, the greatest love of my life, their father, and a old farm house to make a home to nurture this abundance. For all that I am thankful.
May you be richly blessed this Mother’s Day.
Sandhill Sis
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That’s beautiful Sis.
Wow! I’m sitting here at work with teary eyes as I read this. I’m very proud of and thankful for our relationship. Thanks Sis.
Aunt Sissy.Thanks–you are a mother I really admire too. Five children would do most folks in. But you do it with grace and style.
Hope your day was awesome.
Monny–Proud and Thankful–that’s exactly how I feel too.
Love ya gals.
Sis
Thanks for the sweet compliments. I have my struggles. But,
“I’m just so proud to be here!” -Minnie Pearl
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