Sunday, May 08, 2011


I started out my day thinking about legacy.  As a mom, I am leaving a legacy with my boys.  All moms do... whether you are a good or not so good mom you will leave some kind of legacy.  Then we went to church, and guess what we heard about... yep, the legacy of mothers.

I want to tell you about my own mother and a little bit about my childhood.  I grew up in a pretty normal family.  Dad, Mom and 3 siblings (along with a dog, cats, chickens and horses, which Jon tells me isn't normal, but what ever).  I was the third out of 4 children.  Usually people say the middle children are forgotten about, but I never felt that way.  My parents have 4 very different children, whom I can now see probably needed to be parented very differently.  Yet, they were there for all of us.

I am probably going to say somethings here that I am hoping won't anger certain family members, but I have been reflecting a lot today on my mom and the sacrifices she made to make sure she was there for us.  The time that speaks the loudest to me is my 8th grade graduation.  A day or 2 before it one of my siblings ran away.  I don't think my parents had any idea where this child was, and yet they stopped their search and made my day feel special.  I don't think I realized at the time what a huge sacrifice that was for them. I can't imagine not knowing where a child was and still celebrating with another one!  I am sure there are many other times that I don't even know about that they put pain aside and did what they needed to do for each of us.  Never once did I feel neglected or overlooked, even when I am sure my mom felt like she was overlooking me, because of other things going on in the family.  I can only see this now that I am a parent myself. 

Over the years, not only was my mom there for us... but I saw her be a mom figure to countless of our friends, or her employees, or anyone!  I remember sometimes being annoyed that I would find my friends in the kitchen having a conversation with her instead of hanging out with me.  But looking back at it, I see that she was sprinkling Jesus in these lives, and I hoped I have learned from her!  She has self sacrificially helped raise her grandchildren, and also in the past few years taken in kids to her home who's mom had just died and didn't have anywhere else to go until things were settled.  My mom is a strong, caring woman, who loves her family fiercely and has a strong desire for all of us to be walking with the Lord.

Gosh, it feels like I had so much more to say, but it just won't come out.  I am blessed beyond words for the things I have learned from my mother.  I hope and pray that I can continue to pass on the things that I learned from her onto my kids and others that come into our life... to leave a  legacy of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,  gentleness and self-control.
 I don't know if I have ever really thanked my Mom either... Thank you Mom for always being there for me, for pointing me to Jesus with every chance you got, even for letting me move away and live the life that God had planned for me.  I believe I got some of my strength from you and God showed me the rest.  I love you more then you will ever know!