There is something special about a mother's love. It is equally gentle and fierce.
I had no clue how much my Mama loved me until the moment my first born arrived. As long as his heart was beating in my womb, I could keep him safe. Then came the birth. Hard, but magical... and worth it. But the world was a dangerous place. Could we keep him safe, warm, and fed?
When our second son arrive, there was no less amazement and wonder at it all. Another heartbeat that rang strong and true. Another miracle entrusted to imperfect parents. The love in our home increased as we watched Chase pouring his love into the mix for his new baby brother. When we told Chase a sibling was on the way, he requested a "brown sister." When a light skinned brother arrived, he was content with what God had sent. Walker was surrounded by love; it shaped him with deep empathy and compassion. To get to be their mother is one of the greatest gifts I have ever been granted.
“When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.” – John 16:21 ESV
For the Aunts... by birth and through love... you matter. Whether you have given birth or not, you are often confidants and cushions when our children need them. You can, also, be accountability keepers we all need in our lives. You bless us when you love our children.
For the Village Moms, who helped us raise our children when we were not looking, I am forever grateful. You wiped tears, bandaged boo-boos, and were there when we could not be present. You blessed us again and again.
For the "work Moms" who encourage and teach, thank you. Two of mine literally taught me skills that I missed as the world evolved quickly around me.
For the "Church Moms" who parented life stages before us and let us watch, you have no idea how many times your voices still run through my head. You led by example from week to week.
For my Grandmothers who raised my parents, your lives still echo in ours. Things we learned with you and from you are being passed on to the next generation.
My Mother-in-Love, she raised the love of my life... and his siblings too. The Smith/Morgan/Ackerman family I married into values family, faith, and country, too. They always make me feel loved and one of the family.
For my own Mama Ina Mae, I find it is hard to find the right words to write. She was truly one of the best humans I've ever known. Ever. She was creative and intelligent, but more importantly... she was wise and kind. She was warm, welcoming, and a wonderful cook. She loved music, dancing, and singing. Teaching music and Sunday School were two of her favorite earthly delights.
When Grandpa Harry cut a chunk of his foot off (lawnmower) in his eighties, they told him that he would never walk again. Grandpa asked for a new doctor. Mama grabbed the aloe vera plant (Matt and Dad would eventually go buy it in bottles) and started dressing it twice a day. She taught me what to do so I could help. That foot healed. The foot grew skin and Grandpa returned to life with very little sign of the trauma in his walk. Mama loved fiercely and deeply.
Getting to be a mother to girls came later. I prefer mother-in-love and daughter-in-love to the "in-law" versions. Like the boys, I love Emma and Amber equally and differently. Each one fits like a puzzle piece that was missing in our family. I am grateful for their mothers... the ones who helped shape them into the amazing women who love our sons.
Time together... it is my favorite. That was our day today. It was the best of Mother's Days.
Today, I am grateful for mothers.






