MOM

The word “mom” brings with it a special kind of fondness for someone has known me and loved me since before I was born. In my earliest memories she has more of a caregiver, provider image. This changed to someone who cared about who I would become as a person. It wasn’t until I got older that I came to realize how much I needed her and during this time we became special friends.
I don’t quite know when the next stage began. When does the person who takes the wheel change? When does the daughter become the mother? It seems to me that another stage has crept up on me and slowly the time is coming where my Mom needs me. I want to fight this because I don’t want to be the one that’s needed. It seems to me that she wants to fight it just as much. I pray that I will have the grace to allow her the privilege to be needed, but also to rise up to the challenge of being there for her as we change roles.

There is a season for everything.
A time to hold your baby close
A time to hold her hand
A time to keep
And a time to let go.

There is a time to take
A time to laugh
A time to cry
A time to learn
And a time to give.

There is a time to speak
A time to remember
A time to ponder
A time to cherish
Before there is no time.

anneliese

Today my sister and I are taking our mom shopping and out for lunch for her birthday. I hope she feels as special as she is; the one who I can call on anytime to pray, to laugh or to cry with me. The one who knows me so well, but always believes the best of me. I thank God for a mother who has never grown tired of serving her family and to whom I owe more than I can ever repay.