God places people in our lives that help us grow and show us by example what it means to be the hand of Christ extended. These people teach us why it is important to laugh until it hurts and cry when there are no tears left to shed. The love they show is unconditional and pure, their discipline is for training to get to the mountaintop, and their encouragement is to learn to draw on our strength in the valley.
God made these people to be our caretakers armed with band-aids, covered in mud. They are private investigators hired at birth with no monetary gain in sight. They are friends with strong shoulders and from their heart flows a great ability to cheer and weep. They are our mothers – our moms.
When I wrote this last Mother’s Day on Facebook, I meant every word of it, and today it still holds true.
Mom, you are my caretaker, armed with prayerful advice which has undoubtedly bathed in tears and experience. You are the shoulder I cry on and the one who always sees me through the crud. You are my biggest supporter and my forever cheerleader. I treasure your friendship the most in this world, and one day your advice will keep me from killing my children. You have this innate ability to love others in ways I often am in awe of and you bite your tongue to stop the conflict from stirring even if it nearly kills you on the inside. You are stronger and wiser than you realize and you are more beautiful than you will ever admit.
The older I get, the more I find myself saying things you would or making facial expressions so close to yours that it scares me a little. I am genuinely becoming my mother…and I am okay with that. Some young women cringe at the thought, but I consider it an honor. Now, although it is a few days early, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to the best mom I could have ever prayed for. I love you to infinity and beyond.