Mothers Are

It’s been a while since I’ve posted or written something non-sports related, but a while back I had a thought, and I decided to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, really) and flesh it out. The starting idea that I had came from watching my wife taking care of our children, and it was so clear to me that “Mothers are love.” From there, I came up with this.

Mothers Are

For my wife & mother of my children Angie and my mother Tami

Mothers are patient.
I’ve seen the way that my wife cares for our children with a level of patience that I do not comprehend and will likely never really know.
She thinks she “loses it” far too often, but the way she waits on them, the way she waits on me, the way she takes care of the most intricate details around the house…she’s a physical representation of patience.

Mothers are kind.
Growing up, there were plenty of times where my mom was treated poorly by others, but she always looked for opportunities to show kindness, even to those who didn’t deserve.
Especially to those who didn’t deserve it.
I don’t know how she found it in her heart over and over and over again to be kind, but she did, because that’s just who she is.

Mothers do not envy.
It’s not fair that mothers do literally almost everything for their children only for it to be forgotten in just a few short years.
As soon as kids are old enough to walk, they learn to run, and then like my dreams of being a professional athlete, they’re gone, off running to the next season of life, often not giving mom so much as a thought.
But mothers are happy for their children, they beam with excitement for their children, and though they are often forgotten, they will never forget their children. 

Mothers do not boast.
It’d be easy for my wife to stand in the middle of our house and say, “Look at all these things that I do,” and begin to inventory the checklist of items that are taken care of only because she is who she is.
But she doesn’t brag.
She doesn’t put the spotlight on herself.
She does things because they need done.

Mothers are not proud.
They do the things that no one else wants to do.
They clean up messes that they did not make.
They solve problems that they did not cause.
They humble themselves before others for no other reason than it’s the right thing to do.

Mothers do not dishonor others.
They do not shame their children.
I remember a number of times where I had done something dishonorable, embarrassing, and just flat out wrong, but instead of drawing attention to the sin, my mother called me into a place of grace, forgiveness, and renewal.
Time and time again, when I was so ashamed of what I had done, she lifted my head up, looked me in the eyes, and told me that she loved me, and I knew that she meant it because she wasn’t just saying it, she was just showing it.

Mothers are not self-seeking.
Growing up, my mother put her own desires and even needs, on the back-burner so that I could be successful, and I see my wife do the same thing for our kids.
Mothers are not looking out for themselves most of the time because they are so busy taking care of others. 

Mothers are not easily angered.
I don’t know how they do it, but when the littlest thing can set me off, I see my wife maintain control.
She may think she gets to a point of frustration too quickly, but I think she’s far too hard on herself and doesn’t realize that I so badly want to be able to handle frustrating situations with the grace that she does. 

Mothers keep no record of wrongs.
What a mess I would be in if they did.
Never once did my mom hold my faults over my head, but she was quick to remind me of my successes.
I see my wife do the same thing with our children when they repeat a mistake for the thousandth time, and instead of rehearsing the same levels of frustration that I seem to carry, she tries to offer solutions so that the mistake won’t be repeated yet again.

Mothers do not delight in evil, but they rejoice in the truth.
If my mom said it, I knew it was truth.
She’s not a liar, and I knew that she wanted to speak truth, live truth, be truth to her children, and if she said it, she meant it.

Mothers always protect, always trust, always hope, and always persevere.
When life is not fair–which is a lot–mothers don’t sit down and wallow in self pity.
They are far too busy looking after their children, making sure that they are protected, making sure that even where there seems to be no hope…there is hope.
Because in the end, mothers outlast whatever conflicts are at hand.

Mothers never fail.
And even though I see it in my wife’s eyes every single day, and I hear it in my mom’s words as she recounts story after story…even though they think they fail more times than can be counted…
They will never truly realize how many times they came through,
How many times they led the way,
How many times they show truth, grace, mercy, justice, and real love in the face of adversity.

How do they do it?

Why do they do it?

Because Mothers ARE love.

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  1. It took me awhile to read all of this but man it was worth it.
    I just started a new blog myself of poetries.
    Would love for you to give it a glance.


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