Remembering on Mothers Day…
May your… mother rejoice; may she who gave you birth be joyful!
Proverbs 23:25
Recently—and finally, after eight months—I’ve been sifting through boxes of memrobilia we removed from my mother’s house after her death last September. Amongst the beautiful cards she’d saved from my dad and her four kids, I found a few of my mother’s and dad’s report cards plus one of my grandmother’s report cards from 1902! Wow, that was a whopping 119 years ago!!
This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day, the first time in many years when I will be unable to pick out a card for my mom. I don’t know if I ever sent a card to Grandma Emma, who died when I was only five years old.
My grandmother’s parents immigrated to the United States from Norway shortly before Grandma was born. Norwegians enjoy their kokekaffe. Mom told me her mother drank her coffee black. My mom did the same, as do I, one of my two daughters, and both granddaughters who are old enough to drink coffee. Guess drinking coffee with no additives is a generational thing!
Oh, how I would love to sit with them this Mother’s Day, chatting over a cup of good strong, black coffee!
My grandma worked hard during the years of the Great Depression. During that time, she gave birth to and raised five daughters and one son. Mom told me oftentimes she would see her exhausted mother lying face down on her bed in the late afternoon reading from her Norwegian Bible. Grandma passed down her strong Christian faith, birthed in the Lutheran tradition, to my mom, who was my number one faith influencer.
Oh, how I would love to visit with them, asking each of them one of my favorite questions, “Hey, Grandma,” or “Hey, Mom, what has God been teaching you lately?”
If you are a mom, a grandma, a stepmom, a foster mom, a spiritual mom, or a mother-of-the heart, I hope your special day will be blessed as you make memories. I hope also, your thoughts will be filled with recollections of cherished mom moments.
