I know a lot of people write Facebook posts about their mom’s on mother’s day and this one will be my glorified one to my mom. I have decided to write a blog about my mom, because there is way to much to say.
As I think back to when I was very small I remember one thing that is very constant and sweet in my life; my mother’s love. It’s a love that I can not forget or ever remember not getting as a child. As I got older I did not understand her love sometimes, as it was protective and harsh. (as in you cant see that boy or stay out late) All of her love was put into her kids. She feed us when we were hungry, clothed us when we needed clothes, and bandaged us when we got hurt.
In the last nine months her love has bandaged my heart many times. With her sweet voice and her never ending quotes, “God didn’t bring you this far to leave you” and “Lacey, just pray.” I will never forget the nights I placed my head in her lap sobbing for peace and wanting nothing more than just one ounce of happiness. I remember my mother sobbing so sweetly with me, feeling every ounce of hurt I felt. I believe she felt more hurt than I, just watching her child suffer.
I dont think I would have made it without her and my family. My mother would stay with me many nights during the week. She would then get up at five and drive 45 minutes home to get ready for work. She basically did all of my house work and raised my children for a few months until I could get my senses back together. Without my mom and her selflessness I would have been 10 times worse in my tragedy and pain.
She is my biggest fan. She has cheered me on through my roughest times. She encouraged me with prayer. She has encouraged me that it is ok to love again and move on. She has encouraged me to stay focused on my family and not to worry about other’s opinion’s. She has loved me no matter what!
As I am writing this I think about Mary watching Jesus suffer from agony on the cross. His pain was physical and emotional. She watched as he died and bled. In her mind she probably thought “why God, why my son.” I also think she knew that her son would be ok in the midst of all of their pain. I am positive my mom felt the same as Mary.
Moms are pretty special in my eyes. Our eyes see a lot. Our heart’s bare a lot. Our souls feel the pain of our children. BUT we also see and know that God will take care of our children and whatever comes our way (their way) he has got this.
I have to send a HUGE thank you to my mom for all that she has sacrificed and did for us in our darkest time. I have to say thank you for the continuing love and support you give us today.
So tell your momma how much they mean to you this Sunday!!