Honoring Mom

Yesterday at church our priest prayed for moms during the Prayers of the People.  She ended her prayer with: "we pray all this in the name of Jesus, who loved his mom."

The way she said it made me take note.  She spoke of his love for his mom with tenderness.  It hit home.  He did love his mom.  I don't know why that struck me, but it did.

So, in honor of our Father's love for his earthly mom, I'm going to write down a few of the reasons I love my mom:

• She gives me things.  I know this sounds hopelessly superficial, but it's not.  First of all, gift-giving is her primary love language, so when she shows up with a bag of clothes from Ross I know it's her way of saying "I love you."  Secondly, she often gives me things when she knows I need it most, helping me in practical, tangible ways that really help.
• She shows up.  Always.  Every time.  Whether it's a kickball game, piano recital, church retreat, or bigger things, like when I'm in the hospital or on my wedding day or at my kids' births.
• She tries her best.  This seems pedantic, but it is significant for me.  No matter what, I know she's giving us her best.  That makes me feel loved.

There are other things I could write, but I just wanted this to be a sampling, an exercise in honor.  And an impetus - to get you thinking about yours.

Thanks to all the moms out there - you are honored.

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