There was a day when a child was assumed to be safe when it was with it’s mother, or dad but lately there are so many stories about parents leaving young children in cars alone, one that died not far from my house, a few years ago a little girl was starved to death and then put in a barrel and burned in an attempt to hide her body. Then I watched as another mother stood in front of a judge for leaving her two year old in her car while she was in the courthouse on another charge. When I saw this news item I wanted to climb on my roof with a bullhorn and scream for justice to be done on the behalf of a tiny little five year old who was sold as a sex slave to a man by her own mother. The man to which she was sold took this innocent little child to a motel and raped her until she died.
There is an old song that we used to hear around Mother’s Day: M is for the Many things she gave me, O Means only that she’s growing Old. T Is for the Tears she shed to save me, H Is for her Heart of purest gold. E Is for her Eyes with love light shining, R Means Right and Right she’ll always be. Put them all together, they spell MOTHER, a word that means the world to me.
When that song was written in 1915 it probably really meant something, and I am sure it still does to the majority of us who are mothers. I think it started in the sixties when the skirts got so short that late night comedians joked about how a kid could no longer hold on to his mother’s skirt because it was too short for the child to reach. Mothers began being flower children and letting their children come and go as they pleased while they were laying in rooms full of people practicing “free love” and taking trips on LSD. Then abortion became legal to give a woman a choice about what happened to her own body meaning she could kill the child without fear of legal consequence. Did she realize that the soul she carried within her had gone back to God?
Psalm 31:26-29 “She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”
The writer described what a wife and mother should be and God knows we are not all perfect, obviously I’m not since I am divorced!