My mom is an incredible woman. Her own mother was never fit to model proper motherhood. She’s told me that she prayed that God would not give her children unless she could be a good mother herself. God knew she could be entrusted with four. She is a gifted, caring, compassionate mother who raised us well—modeling a love and respect for my dad, teaching us how to treat one another and value ourselves, and raising us to know and love the Lord.
While she didn’t have a lot of money to work with, my mom created a warm home and we never knew a life that was lacking. Many of my gifts growing up were made by her—baby clothes, diaper bags, doll food, costumes. She is one of the most artistically crafty people I know!
For Halloween each year she would make our costumes. I have been princesses, a bride, clown, Indian and more than I can remember!
In high school my days were ended sitting on her bed, talking about everything that had happened. The first summer I lived away from home in college, I would call her a couple times a week around 5 pm, tell her what was in my cupboards and fridge, and she’d walk me through what and how to cook dinner.
Memorial weekend at the Oregon coast in 2005. She took me away for a retreat so I could really think through and process what I wanted to do with my life as I was looking for a new job.
For as long as I can remember, my mom taught Sunday school at our church. When I was in high school she was hired as the Children’s Ministries Director. She was so good at her job! I always knew I wanted to be like my mom and be a Children’s Director myself—I just figured it would be when I was old, had children of my own and knew what I was talking about. But God had something else in mind. I was hired as support staff at a church after college. A little over a year after that, my mom was brought on to train me to take over as the Children’s Ministries director.
At the Willow Creek Children’s Ministries Conference in 2006. It was like a dream come true to be able to attend it with her.
The time of being trained by my mom was incredible—I had nine months to work with her daily, learn from her, and further our friendship. This time was also spent planning my wedding! After that nine months was up, I got married and she and my dad moved to Maryland. I am so thankful that our last months of living in the same state were able to be spent together.
Since she’s moved we talk three or four times a week (or, sometimes even, a day!). We know the ins and outs of one another's lives. She has been my best friend.
As I mother my own son, I find myself wanting to carry on the traditions my mom formed for our family. I can only hope that I can make Jace’s childhood as full of special memories as mine was.
Thank you, Mom, for all you have modeled for me, taught me, encouraged me, challenged me, and loved me. I am so thankful that God saw you more than fit to be a mother!
Happy Mother’s Day!