Sunday is Mother’s Day.
While I love the fact that my son will spend some time with me, I’m also
sad because my mother and grandmothers are no longer here. I grew up in Columbus, GA but moved to
Americus to attend Georgia Southwestern after I finished my first two years at
Columbus College. I never moved back to
my home town. Instead work took me and
my family to Atlanta. Because of that I
never had that close adult to adult bond with my mom that many of my friends
have. And yet I carry her in my memories.
Someone posted this great quote on remembering others by Frederick
Buechner.
“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I'm feeling most ghostlike, it's your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.”
“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I'm feeling most ghostlike, it's your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.”
This Mothers’ Day let’s remember our mothers perfect or
imperfect, still with us or in heaven.
Jesus, you promised the thief on the cross that you would
remember him in heaven. We know that you
now sit at God’s right hand and intercede for us. Please tell our moms who are with you that we
love them. We ask in your name, amen.
Have a blessed weekend,
Paige
Paige
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