This day is always bittersweet. It is the fourth Mother's Day without my Mom. But it is the first in a long while that all my children were home to celebrate with me. It was lovely to have them share dinner and reminisce.
My Mom was a loving, kind woman. She had a knack for caring for others. I still miss her so much.
This poem was quoted in church this morning and it made me think of my special Mom so much.
Love:
A Variation on a Theme
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with
everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper not a homemaker.
but have not love, I am a housekeeper not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative
achievements,
but have not love, my children learn of cleanliness -- not Godliness.
but have not love, my children learn of cleanliness -- not Godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly
cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before It wipes up spilled
milk.
Love picks up the child before It picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler,
runs with the
child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adult hood.
child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adult hood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a
child's heart.
before I became a mother, I took glory in my house of
perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection of my child.
Now I glory in God's perfection of my child.
As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, but
the
greatest of all is love.
greatest of all is love.
Jo Ann Merrell
2 comments:
Beautiful poem! Happy Mother's Day!
Almost bawled at the crawl with the baby paragraph. I´m less tahn 2 months shy of having two teenagers at home. *sigh*
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