Today is my mom’s birthday. I bet you don’t know my mom. And I bet if you’ve met her that you don’t know her very well either, because my mother puts the I in introvert. My mother gave me her good taste in curtains, pot plantings, and wall hangings. My mom could wear a bikini after she had her children, and she didn’t give me that. I’ll forgive her because after all, nobody’s perfect.
As it will surprise no one, I was an awkward youth. When I reflect and realize that throughout many of my years in school that my mother was praying for me during Moms In Touch, I can say that I see the fruit of that prayer. I walked through school with much more confidence than this earth would justify. Making it through middle school was a result of the faithful prayers of my mother.
I’m thankful that I’ve gotten to know my mom as a real person too, not just a mom person who caters to my every whim. I’m going to post some verses that remind me of my mom. Proverbs 31 is overused, sure. But not for my mom. My mom who works away tirelessly in the kitchen to feed her one million grandchildren. My mom who fields phone calls on how to do, well, basically anything related to being an adult.
She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.” (Proverbs 31:26-29 ESV)
And that’s mom. In a nutshell.
Mom, you’re the best. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, because they would be WRONG. And I’ll punch them in the face. Please come live with me when you are old because I miss you. We will stick you in the giant laundry room to earn your keep like poor old Grandma Duggar.