You Breathe...Thank Your Mother

It's almost Mother's Day, and so I've been pondering ways I can convey to my mother the depth of gratitude I feel for those great and numberless tasks she performed for my good when I was a child, not to mention her continual influence still shaping my thoughts and actions today.  My mother has given me much by making sacrifices beyond my comprehension.  She means the world to me.

The truth is, I have a wonderful mother.  

The truth is, not everyone can say those words.

I know people who ignore the holiday entirely.  Some rehearse a mental list of faults possessed by the woman they call mother.  Still others wonder around this time who their mother is....or was.....if only they could have been blessed to know her.  Despite our varied differences and attitudes about Mother's Day, there is one thing we share in common—one precious truth for which we can show our gratitude regardless.  And that is this:

Our mothers—apart from their strengths and defects, their successes and failures, their good and bad behavior, and even their mental, emotional, or physical absence or overbearing attentiveness—gave us the miraculous, valuable, precious gift of life.

Miraculous because we could never have bestowed it upon ourselves.

Valuable because of the endless opportunities and experiences it affords us.  

Precious because we have but one.  

So regardless of blame, faults, and flaws, remember you were given life by a woman.

You breathe.

You feel.

You see

and hear

and smell

and taste

and think

and move

and laugh

and weep

and heal

and dance

and sing

and love.

Thank your mother.

My Mother, My Heartbeat

The first thing you heard in this life (though memory fails you) was the steady, mortal heartbeat of the woman who would give birth to you. Before sight or mental comprehension developed, your mother's heartbeat sang sweet comfort to your soul. You were formed inside a borrowed womb—a nourishing safe haven for months—then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice.

This woman was willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.

But motherhood does not end there. While birth is a miracle—bestowing this amazing thing called life to another soul—the greater miracle by far lies within the intense emotional bond attached to the experience. There exists no decent description to convey the profound magnitude of a mother's love. To truly be understood it must be experienced.

Mothers

observe all, absorb all,

give all, forgive all,

offer all, suffer all,

feel all, heal all,

hope for all, pray for all.

But most of all,

Mothers

love always.

What is more powerful than the love of a mother?

What possesses more strength than her humbly whispered prayers?

Perhaps only God's hand in answering those earnest pleadings on your behalf.

A woman's heart is changed forever when she becomes a mother. Like the caterpillar turned butterfly, there is no reversing this divine transformation.

That heartbeat that welcomed your precious little spirit into this mortal world—that steady, dependable, comforting rhythm—for as long as it continues will beat for you.

From the beginning your mother was your heartbeat; your source of nourishment; your protector; your provider; your first looking glass into the world. And the day her heartbeat ceases, yours will forever be affected.

You are, for the most part, who you are because of your mother.


Love you, Mom.

"Mothers give us life, love, and the heartfelt inclination to cry, 'I want my mommy,' no matter  how old we get." 

~Richelle E. Goodrich