May 12, 2014

Happy Monday. Let’s remember Mama.

Mom. What a sweet word for one of the hardest, most rewarding jobs in the world.

I was not offered a course in Mothering 101, were you? No formal training for a job that would last for a lifetime!

Mom never got a paid vacation, or wasn’t given “sick leave.”

She was not allowed to punch in at 9:00 a.m. and punch out at 5:00.

When I would come home from school or anywhere, I would yell, “Mom, I’m home.”

And she would be there, always.medium_7303396064

When I would go to the closet to dress for whatever occasion, I would find clean, ironed clothes. Suppose an elf had been there? Might as well have been for all the thought I gave it.

I took for granted the wonderful meals she made daily. No McDonald’s  when I was a child–no pizza night! Just good home-cooked, healthy food. (Feeling guilty? Don’t!)

I loved her chicken and dumplings! And she could “blow me away” with her banana pudding.

We always had fresh (not canned) vegetables. I learned to like them all.

She was a proper lady, who taught manners and right kind of talk, by example. Perfect, was she? No, but she was MY MOM.

Of course we live in a very different world, and so many moms work outside the home and are not made to be able to do it all!

Wisdom is needed daily to choose the best part as moms.

This bit of prose by an unknown author says it well:

“Between the getting up time and the going to bed time,
There are so many things to do.
Scrubbing and polishing, sweeping and making beds,
Kissing bruised fingers, baking a cake,
Setting a mouse trap, digging a flower bed,
And–spanking naughty children.

Between the morning prayer and the evening prayer,
So many things to hear:
The rhythmic sprinkler on the lawn,
The whistling paper boy,
Little voices calling for ice cream cones,
The whir of a mixer beating egg whites,
Tunes picked out on the piano with one finger,
The telephone’s shrill again.

All of these compose the kaleidoscope of life
With all the fast moving activities
I feel submerged under earthly things,
And I know I must get alone with Christ,
And shape my plans toward a larger end.
To have wisdom, I must get alone with Christ.
The lure of my heart is oft to return and dwell apart.”

That was the most meaningful thing my mom did for me.

5 thoughts on “May 12, 2014

  1. My mom is AWESOME!!!! She is 79 and still the financial secretary for Rochester Hills Christian School! The pastor is L.E. Traxler, and that was the 1st time I ever heard Bro. Hyles!!! We spent HAC and got a lot more than a degree! I count every minute a blessing…working with you in Hylander Wives is one of my greatest times in life.


  2. You’re right. It is usually when we become a mother that we realize what our mothers sacrificed (lovingly) for us. When my mama would fry chicken for her family of eight, she always chose the back piece of the chicken. I asked her in her latter years why she liked the back – because there was hardly any meat on it – and she said, “Because that was usually the only piece left after the plate went around the table.” How selfless! It’s kinda funny though how God gave her a love for that piece of the chicken, and even until her death in 2006, she always preferred it. She taught me many things, but to fear God and live for others are the things that I cherish most. Thank the Lord for godly mothers. Thank you Mrs. Hyles for your godly example. I love you!


  3. I was thinking about my mother yesterday on Mothers Day. She has been in heaven since November 15, 1988. She came down with Multiple Sclerosis when I was 13 years old. So our rolls reversed and I became the care giver. I cherish those 13 years before sickness took over my mothers body and mind. Daughters cherish the good memories of your mother! Thank you Mrs. Hyles, God bless and love ya lots. Mrs. Lee Ann Gray


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