Since Mother’s Day is only a few weeks away I’ve been thinking about moms. From my biological mom to my mother-in-law, from my grandma to my spiritual moms, and then there are all of the women who are walking out motherhood with me…that makes for a lot of moms.
I am grateful for each and every one of these women and the impact they have made on my life and naturally there are some great stories that have come from sharing life with them.
Over the next few weeks I want to share some of those mom stories to help stir up a grateful heart for the women God has placed in your own life.
This week, I want to share the first mom story that popped in my mind, not only to thank this woman but to highlight her expression of love. The first story I want to share is one about my mom, Jeannie.
My birthday’s in December, therefore as a child, not only were pool parties out of the question but that was also a busy time of the year for most people, so having a big party every year just didn’t always work. My mom and dad still made sure I had a family party each year — I was not deprived.
But as a little kid, I was usually bummed that I couldn’t have a pool party or a water ballon fight at my birthday party, like my sister did (she was a summer baby and this was when indoor pools were rare). Each year my parents would work to cheer me up and help me to look on the positives of having my birthday during the winter, regardless of their positive insights I still wished I could have a pool party.
So one of the coolest things my mom ever did for me was the day that my family and some friends of ours went together to a local waterpark. I thought it was just a fun way to beat the Texas heat like we usually did each summer; nothing led me to believe that this day would be any different from the rest.
My friend and I had spent most of the morning playing on a variety of water rides when we both decided we needed to get some lunch. We headed back to the little cabana my mom had rented and to our surprise my mom had decorated our cabana for a birthday party. When I got closer I realized it was my birthday party! Excited doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how I felt that day! In the midst of my birthday blowout I asked my mom why we were celebrating so early and she said, “I just thought you might enjoy a summer party this year!” What an act of love!
I’m sharing this story with you not to tell about a creative idea my mom had, but how that act of love has forever impacted me. You see my mom’s birthday is in December too… actually, it’s the day after Christmas. She of all people understood the disappointed feelings that went on in my little nine year old heart about my birthday. She not only did something out of the box to love on me, but she took the opportunity to give me something she had never gotten as a kid. That was an act of extravagant, self-less love. My mom loved me well!
No my mom wasn’t perfect, neither am I, but I know she loved me. I didn’t have to have a summer birthday party, she just took the opportunity to love me in a way that her and I could relate.
That’s the kind of legacy I want to leave my kids…
What act of love did your mom, grandmother or spiritual mom, do for you that has eternally impacted you? I would love to hear your mom stories in the comment section below. I know you have a story too and I am always up for a good story!
Not only will I be sharing stories of some of the ladies in my life but there will be some guest post from others sharing their mom stories. I hope to talk with you next week.
P.S. Also, if there is any way that I can pray for you please comment below.