When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home.
John 19:26-27 (NIV)
There’s nothing like being a mother … and I would know; I’ve been one for the past 16 and a half years. But where’s my reward for being a dedicated worker? What about my recognition for overtime or for going above and beyond? Oh, and let’s not forget all the extra things I did that weren’t on my job description! If this is a career path when will I ever become CEO instead of a general worker?
Actually, none of the above matters. There’s no way a mother can explain in words the feeling she gets from hugging her child as she reads stories in bed, or wrapping them in her arms after a bad day at school, or swatting them on their behind for giving her lip! She laughs when they laugh and she cries when they cry. Her heart swells with pride in accomplishment and constricts with pain in defeat.
I only have one son – and I love him so! I thank God every day for saying: Gale, here is your son! He chose me to be Nathan’s mother out of an entire world of women; I am truly blessed. I know my son will go on to great things and make me even more proud of him than I am now (in spite of the fact that he has threatened to put me in a home when I get older rather than look after me himself).
But I digress. This post today is really to say: Happy Mother’s Day to all mummies and adopted mummies e.g. aunties, god-mummies, older sisters, teachers … you struggled and sacrificed and disciplined because you were committed to helping us realise our potential and we love you the more because of this. And to all of you who like myself have no mummy to spend the day with them in person, be strong! She’s looking down on you with love and pride because she knows you are simply awesome!