The Love of a Mother

Thinking about Mother’s Day, which is tomorrow, and that means it’s May already, which means it will soon be Summer… Okay. Mother’s Day always makes me think of love, and you can probably guess why. I’ve always known my mom to be the most loving person in the world.

She gives birth to, feeds, burps, changes and stays up late with babies who give her nothing but slobber. She cooks, and cleans endlessly. She puts up with toddlers… and teens. Never complains about anything (okay, maybe a tiny exaggeration). She gives advice when it’s needed. She listens to her children when they’re happy or sad, excited or tired, calm or emotional.

So I just got to thinking, that is really what love is. 1st Corinthians chapter 13, the famous “love chapter” gives a long list of things that “love is…”. I figured, if you put “mother” in there in the place of “love”, it could get interesting. It could make us think. And I think it would definitely cause us to be grateful to our mothers. So here goes…

A mother is patient, a mother is kind. She does not envy, she does not boast, she isn’t proud. She does not dishonor others, is not self-seeking, is not easily angered, she keeps no record of wrongs. A mother does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. She always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. A mother never fails.

Okay, stopping right here to go say thanks to my mom for modeling a godly woman for me. For teaching me. For helping me grow up. And mostly for showing me what true love is. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is what my mother is for me and that’s what I want to be to her grandchildren someday. Thank you mom!



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