thank you for who I am. Thank you for all the things Iím not.
Forgive me for the words
unsaid, for the times I
forgot. Mama, remember all my life. You showed me love, you
sacrificed. Think of those young and early
Iíve changed along the way.
I know you believed, and I know you had dreams, and Iím sorry it
took all this time
to see that I am where I am because of your truth. And I miss, I miss
you. Mama, forgive me for the times you cried. Forgive me for not
making right; all of the storms I may have caused, and
Iíve been wrong. Dry your eyes.
I hope this makes you smile. I hope youíre happy with my life, at
peace with every choice
Iíve made, how Iíve
changed along the way. And I know you believed in all of my dreams,
and I owe it all to you, Mama.Ē ~ II Divo
Motherís Day as we gather to celebrate and honor motherhood, some
gather memories of ďMamaĒ and their growing up years with the
wonderful bits of wisdom and patience we swore only a saint could
have. Drawing from my personal experience, I canít say it was very
encouraging or happy. I am grateful I was given one though, and to go
through the various rites of passage as all of us do.
day is set aside to recognize those brave task masters whom, more
often than less, are underappreciated, underpaid, and quite often
overwhelmed with their responsibility of rearing and raising, molding
and shaping future adults hopefully to survive and surpass them
Housework beckons, children demand, deadlines loom, promises
kept, appointments met, selfish thoughts are replaced with the joy of
servant-hood. The job of motherhood takes every ounce of strength and
your last remaining nerve. It is the highest calling. Without mothers
where would any of us be? Motherís
Day can be bittersweet as some mothers have passed on, but live on in
our hearts such as mine.
I reconciled with my birthmother in a hospital. I was able to
hold her and learn as much as I could in the few minutes I had with
her. She recognized me and a tear fell from her eye as I whispered in
her ear that, ďI know who you are and I forgive you and love you.
You will always be my Mom. You gave me the best gift in the world, the
gift of life.Ē She died shortly after our reunion. Years of being
Mama to little ones are short-lived. Cherish each God given day.
God for Mothers. Know that your work never goes unnoticed and is