During my years of elementary school, our class would go on at least one field trip in the spring of each year. Traditionally on these trips there would be time to shop for souvenirs. In appreciation for our parents’ contribution we would bring back a gift for our mom or dad. This was our way of recognizing that their generosity made it possible for us to go on these trips. The field trips were not free even though we were in a public school there was a cost to ride the bus to the designated location and perhaps an entry fee to whatever site we were going to. And spending money made the trip more fun. On one particular field trip, I don’t remember where, or what grade I was in but I do remember the gift I brought back for my mother. It was a poem that she proudly displayed in her bedroom. I am not sure who the author is of this poem. My research reveals author unknown. If you know who the author is, please let me know so I can include the name in this blog post.
To One Who Bears The Sweetest Name, And Add Luster To The Same, Long Life To Her, For There’s No Other Who Takes The Place Of My Dear Mother. Author Unknown
When my mother went to heaven ten years ago, imagine how pleased I was to be the recipient of that same plaque still proudly displayed in her bedroom. The gift I gave my mother over 50 years ago I now humbly display in my bedroom.
On this Mother’s Day, let’s honor the women who have graced our lives in such an unforgettable way. There is no one who can take the place of a good mother. I am thankful that God blessed me to have a good mother who always put her children’s needs before her own.
I would say two of my mother’s greatest qualities were her patience and her attitude of gratitude. She was so appreciative of anything that anyone did for her. Never responding in conceit or “you owe me” mentality, but simply grateful. It didn’t matter the size, from the smallest gesture to the largest gift. Always, “thank you, I realize you didn’t have to.” Even as I write this today, it suddenly became clear to me, why it was so important to us as children to bring something back from each field trip for our parents. All the time, my mother was teaching us by example, “thank you I realize you didn’t have to.” we were only demonstrating what had been modeled. A good mother is truly a gift from God. What would you say was one of your mother’s greatest qualities?