This Sunday, millions of people across American will celebrate Mother’s Day, which is perhaps one of the most beloved and celebrated holidays of the entire year.
Churches will host Mother’s Day Breakfasts and special speeches, and sermons will be orated by guest speakers and preachers, roses will be given to mothers after worship and, in many cases, restaurant waits will exceed one hour.
Why? Because children, both young and old, will honor their mothers for what they feel is some sort of repayment for the many sacrifices made over many years. Easter is not the only spring holiday that draws larger crowds than usual. Mother’s Day holds its own and has become one of the most economically profitable weekends of the year.
In my mind, all of the hype is worth it, because all of us know that mothers are special creations with a set of special skills and abilities that make everything around us better!
Mothers fix hurts, sooth pains and put bandages on bruises. They have ways that nurture and kisses that heal. They prepare meals that will make you want to hurt somebody and say words that provide encouragement when you are feeling quite bad.
Mothers are just special!
The official Mother’s Day holiday arose in the 1900s as a result of the efforts of Anna Jarvis, daughter of Ann Reeves Jarvis. Following her mother’s 1905 death, Anna Jarvis conceived of Mother’s Day as a way of honoring the sacrifices mothers made for their children. In the years to follow, the day became so popular that in 1918, President Woodrow Wilson designated the second Sunday in May as the day mothers all over this country would be honored.
I happen to agree with both Jarvis and Wilson: Mothers are worth the whole United States of America pausing to offer a small tribute to the ladies that have aided in making this country great. (history.com/topics/holidays/mothers-day).
As I reflect upon Mother’s Day, I am a bit saddened, because this is the first year my siblings and I will spend the holiday without our wonderful mother. Unfortunately, we lost our mother in late October 2018, a little over a week before her 84th birthday. For us, this holiday will not quite be the same. Although, she is no longer physically here with us, we still remember her.
In his book, “Mama Made the Difference,” Bishop T.D. Jakes suggests, “All of us have a responsibility to perpetuate the strength, the goodness, the wisdom, the character and the faith we have learned from our mothers.”
As I reflect upon our mother, I remember her kind and thoughtful gestures as a mother. I remember her work ethic, and how she, as a single mother, was an amazing provider for her children. I remember how she labored until she was able to construct and pay for a home that accommodated her family.
I remember the large Sunday meals that were more than sufficient for us – others from the north Florence quadrant were regularly invited to eat as well. I remember her spiritual commitment, her strong prayer life and her dedication to the church. I remember the times when although we did not have transportation, our mother dressed us and as a family and we walked to church on Sunday.
I remember feeling loved, cared for and special in her sight. I remember her influence in our community, the stances she took on issues and how well respected she was by those who had a voice. I remember her sacrificial living and her sacrificial giving.
As I reflect upon our mother’s memory, my mind rushes to Bible stories that highlight some pretty amazing mothers, in many of whom I see my own mother’s qualities.
Sarah was a mother who was patient and waited on God, which reminds me of our mother, who often had to be patient and wait for God to make a way.
Hagar reminds me of our mother, because she was the mother who endured a bad hardship. Our mother endured some hardships and overcame many obstacles in her almost 84 years of living.
Our mother reminds me of Jochebed, the mother of Moses whose son was in danger, but she had a plan to save his life.
Our mother’s ability to plan ahead saved her children’s lives. Our mother reminds me of Naomi, who loved Ruth like a daughter after her own son lost his life. My mother loved everybody’s children, though she birthed many children of her own.
Our mother reminds me of Hannah, who would be considered a modern-day prayer warrior, full of grace. Our mother was the same. She had a committed prayer life and had no problem taking her children to the Lord in prayer and leaving them there.
Our mother reminds me of Elizabeth, who believed that God could do the impossible. She was a woman of faith, and overcame many odds, we call those miracles, many of which my family witnessed firsthand.
Our mother reminds me of Mary, the mother of Jesus, who was blessed among women. Well, our mother was a person who was blessed in many ways. Despite the lack of education, she was not limited in opportunity and influence.
While our mother wasn’t perfect, she walked a path of honor, and she strived to live a life of integrity. For all she was, we, her children, remember her.
As we remember our mother, who is no longer with us on this side, I encourage you to remember your mothers and celebrate them in a special way. If you are so fortunate to still have her here with you, please take the time to let her know how special she is, remember her. If she has fallen asleep to death, remember her and the awesome things she did to make you the person you are! Today and every day, Please Remember Mother!