How perfect is it that my letter for this week is “M” and Sunday just so happens to be….Mothers Day.
So this one goes out to my Mom.
I’m so glad that God saw fit to bring me into your family. I’m so thankful that I’ve had 25 years to be your Mom. I’m so thankful that I have had you to learn from.
I never fully understood what all you sacrificed to raise Daniel and I with so much intentionality and love. I never understood how hard it was for you to homeschool, cook, train and raise us. I never understood until I became a Mom myself.
And then all of a sudden, I realized what an incredible woman you are.
I actually knew it before. I knew it because everyone loved you. You were the most incredible cook. There were always people in our home, so I knew that you were good at hospitality. You were strong and patient. You were godly and intentional. You were relational, even though you claimed yourself an introvert. You were loving and giving, and so very servant hearted. You always had a sense of humor (even when I thought it was dumb and embarrassing). You were efficient and capable. You were always able to get a task done. No obstacle could stand in your way! I knew all these things, but I didn’t realize what they all meant.
Then I became a Mom. A sleep-deprived Mom who had to cook and clean and shop and get my kids dressed and still be a pursuer of God. And then I suddenly realized for sure what an incredible woman you are. A woman who cooked every single meal from scratch. A woman who not only did all those motherly tasks, but did it in 120 degree heat. A woman who has been a servant every day of her life, and who has most likely never heard any thanks for it. A woman who always had the ability to laugh, even when her teenage children were embarrassed.
Now that’s the kind of woman I want to strive to me. A woman just like my Mom.
And now I get to watch you be a Grandma, or “Meemaw” as Tera calls you (and she affectionately dubbed Grandpa “Peepaw, sooooo there’s that). What a privilege to have you be a grandmother to my children. What a privilege to have you to turn to when I’m at the end of my motherhood rope. What a privilege to know that you went through it all…and came out on the other side stronger than ever and still laughing at all those crazy times.
And none of this even begins to touch on the way that you have sacrificed pretty much your entire life for the people of Niger- both the nationals and the missionaries. I know you don’t exactly consider it a life of “sacrifice”, but you have dedicated, your time, sweat, energy, blood, sweat, tears, sweat and did I mention sweat?? for this country. What an example you are, not just to those around you, but to me and to my children after me.
It’s no secret that you are an incredible woman, and I’m so privileged to be able to call you my Mom.