A mother’s love

Sally - Whitlock Family pmThe story of my motherhood didn’t actually begin 22 years ago when I was pregnant with our oldest son. It began in 1969, when I was placed in my mother’s arms. Looking back over the many years I’ve been a mother, I find that I’ve written a lot about the blessings of motherhood – especially when it comes to the six children that call me mom. I thank God every day for my husband and our six children – God blessed us with them and gave us a goal: to raise godly offspring for Him. For the past 22 years, this has been my hope and the deepest desire of my heart. I have learned lessons from our children—done what I did best and stepped outside of my comfort zone when I didn’t know what to do.

I have failed, tried again, and succeeded. I have used a voice dripping with poison and my most tender voice. I have wept in anger and compassion. I have prayed and I have rejoiced. Over and over again, I have understood the blessing of my own mother and been driven to honor her (and the God who blessed me with her) in my journey as a mother!

A few months ago, I had the opportunity to help my mother after her surgery. It was such a small thing when I remembered all the times she took care of me. Not many have a mother such as mine—a true servant with a willing heart always eager to put others before herself! As I cared for her, many of the things she did for me swam to the surface of my mind. Ironically, she even set herself up to recover in the bedroom I lived in for the first many years of our time in Florida (when I was about ten). As I tucked her into bed at night, helping my dad get her ready, I thought about her tucking me in every night and listening to my prayers in that very room. I remembered her rubbing my aching legs when I had growing pains. I remembered all the times she comforted me after nightmares. I remembered how she tried to help me overcome my deepest fears by facing them and understanding that I had the power to change even the scariest of dreams. I remembered her many acts of love.

I don’t remember all the times that my mother fed me, clothed me, took care of me and comforted me. Yet, every time I feed and clothe, care for and comfort my own children I am following her example. The nurturing that I learned as she nurtured me is deeply engrained in my being. Every day of my life, my mother showed me the best of mothering as she mothered me… I birthed my babies and fed them and held them and rocked them and nurtured them just as I was nurtured. My mother’s love for me showed me how to love my own children.

I don’t remember every time my mother listened to me chatter, heard my deepest fears and hopes, read to me, encouraged me and made me feel like I could accomplish anything. Yet, I remember that she was always there for me. She eagerly listened to me tell about my school day, my projects, whatever new thing I learned. She was a full-time homemaker and she made our home a wonderful place. The plants and flowers surrounding my childhood home testify to her hard work!

During her recuperation, my mother was reading a stack of poetry that they found among my things. She saved them for me along with many pieces of art and mementos from my childhood. While I saw proof that I had never been an artist or a poet, my mother saw a beautiful heart and the musings of an intelligent mind! One thing I always knew was that my mother believed that I could do anything I set my mind to do! She didn’t raise perfect children and she didn’t do a perfect job. Motherhood isn’t about perfection. It’s about love and service and believing that our children are first God’s and ought to be treated like children of the King!

My mother turned eighty this year! I pray that she lives to be one hundred…that we are blessed with many many more years! Either way, she has given me a legacy of love.

…love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign … to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
~ J. K. Rowling

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