M-O-T-H-E-R

DSCI0278The past three days have been very hard ones with my mother. She has been searching for her “two babies” and is convinced that if we can’t find them something terrible is going to happen. The sad thing is that in her mind it is very real and she is actually terrified about these two faceless, nameless children. Tonight I gave some thought to mothers and decided to write about our “mothers”.

When my grandmother Mushegan died, my grandfather married a lady named Alice who was a widowed doctor’s wife from Boston and had that wonderful Bostonian accent. It was hard for the family to accept this new lady, such a vast contrast between this petite lady wearing red lipstick and my grandmother, sweating out in the yard beating rugs, hair loosened from her bun forming tight little curls around her face and wearing an apron. My grandmother had birthed nine children, eight boys and a daughter, my Aunt Mary, Alice never had a child, but when my Pob married her, he wanted the family to call her Mom, quite a pill for most of them. Something I don’t think any of them understood, I know I didn’t, was that he always referred to her as “Mother to the Nations.” What that meant, I don’t know. Alice succumbed to cancer and on her headstone was engraved: “Alice Mushegan, What a Mother is to the Nations”.

Giving it thought, Eve, wife of Adam and Sarah, wife of Abraham were called “Mother of the Nations”, I decided to “Google” it and found this poem written about “The Great War” (1914-1918) here are two verses from it: So the Mother of Nations has risen in might At the word of the onward call; She has shaken her banners forth to the light, And marched to the front of the people’s fight Like the van of a tidal wall. And the future shall say of her sons who died wherever their feet have trod with millions of comrades in arms allied; “They cast the treasures of earth aside and marched to the goals of God.” Albert D. Watson. These beautiful verses are speaking of our great Mother Nation, America. As mothers and fathers today, are we protecting our rights the way a mother protects her child? Do we stand up for what we believe and the principles for which our forefathers died?

Closer to home, are we protecting the children we have borne with our watchful eye and prayers? I always said my mother had eyes like an eagle, with vision that had a 360-degree view, seeing the least infraction of her rules! I remember that she jerked her dress on and went to my sister’s school to face the teacher who left her on the play yard to be bullied and thrown in a ditch by two boys without realizing she was missing from class. It wasn’t until she returned home that she realized her thin, nylon dress was on INSIDE OUT!

Psalm 31:28 Her children shall rise up and call her blessed. Proverbs 1:8 My child hear the instruction of your father, and do not forsake the law of your mother. 30. Charm is deceitful and beauty passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised. 

I realize there are times a woman bears children that is never a real “mother” to them, as there are women having never borne a child, that are natural born mothers, filled with love for all. I have daughters, not of my flesh, who call me “Mama H” and it thrills my heart to give them the love they have lost through the loss by death, one by suicide, of their natural mothers. If you haven’t felt the love of a mother, I pray God will fill that place in your heart yearning for the tenderness of a mother’s love. Reach out to someone needing YOUR loving touch, today!

Psalm 113:9 He gives a childless woman a family, making her a happy mother.  There is a saying, “A happy wife means a happy life”, but another way we could say it would be “A caring mother means a happy family!”

7 Replies to “M-O-T-H-E-R”

  1. WOW, this one really touched me more than you will ever know. Thank you for sharing that. It answers a question that I have had on my heart for so many years.

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    1. You just made my whole day Mona! I am so happy when something I was inspired to write helps someone😄❤️

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  2. Around the world no matter what the ethnic group is almost 90% hold mom in higher esteem than dad. No matter how much I love, my mom was able to out love me. As a country we spend more money on Mother’s day than we do Father’s Day because we hold mom in high esteem. In the days right before I gave my heart to the Lord at 20, I used to come in anywhere from 1 to 4 am & would find my mom on her knees praying for me. No matter how quiet I came in she always knew the time. Dad never had a clue as to when I came & mostly didn’t care. I believe it is the bond that is developed during the nine months she carries the child inside her. In death it seems to be different in that it is split. Dad’s die & daughters are hurt the most while sons hurt the most when mom’s die. Nobody can really explain it with any degree of truth, it just happens. My desire has been to be the best dad I can be no matter what & in my case where my ex & I split when the kids were only 8 & 6 I have tried to be mom also. I was loved by mom with no questions asked but she would be the first one to tell how bad I could be/or was. That love has given me the ability to reach out & touch others who need love. My kids are quick to make sure everyone knows that I love them. Thanks for your words on this subject you presented a very good position & I appreciate you. God bless. My His sunshine fill you so full you glow in the dark.. Love & Hugs.

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    1. I am one of those blessed enough to call you momma H. Love ya bunches. You did fail to put in there though even when our earthly mothers are here you fill in when ours are to sick to listen. Sorry to have burden you all these years with my life but glad you were there to take the time. Only wish sometimes I could take away the pain for you.

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      1. You are my little kid then and now and one of my 3 stooges! LOL now where are those other girls???? I love you and I am proud of you !

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  3. Touched the heart!!! My own mother was the tie that bound our family together. She passed away 23 years ago at age 64. I could not have children, so I did not get married. Being the eldest of five, there are many nieces and nephews who have shared and enriched my life….Thank you!!!

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