Thursday, 23 November 2017

T To Your Health

“Dear Mom” - A Mother's Day Letter

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[Author’s Note: I penned the original version of this letter to my mother more than 35 years ago. I mean it more now that I’m almost past middle age, but she is only 87.]


Dear Mom,

I can imagine that August 13, 1949, was a hot, uncomfortable day in Boston. Or was it rainy?

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Mom in 1941

Either way, my arrival took you by surprise. I know. Since I was several months premature, and just barely able to stay alive, I suppose you think I should have learned my first good lesson about impatience.

By now, though, you must have realized that it's a hopeless case.

Can you still remember how small I was...how fragile...how depen­dent? How many times did I wake you up the first night I was home?

Thinking about it now, I suppose I cried then about a lot of things. I probably cried when I was hungry. And I probably cried when I was full. Sometimes it was because I was wet, but did I ever cry for no apparent reason at all?

Did you talk to me when you fed me? Did you sing to me at night?

Mom, I can imagine how your face was my security, how your presence brought me peace.

For months you helped me strengthen my rather tenuous hold on life, and I wonder how many times, as you held me in your arms, your thoughts turned toward God in prayer.

One of my first mistakes was to assume that I was, indeed, the center of the universe. For all I knew, it was true.

I mean, with all that attention, and special care, and all that loving, how could I help it? I wouldn't be sur­prised to discover that my first word was, “Mine,” and my first phrase, “I want.”

In any case, after the trauma of those early months together, it must have been difficult for you to begin, in a serious way, the process of teaching me the meaning of, “No.” Though I did not heartily approve of every aspect of my discipline, I'm thankful for it now, because now I know it was because of your love and not in spite of it that you did what had to be done.

Do you remember my first step? How many times did I fall before I took the next one? Thanks for letting me try again, for it was through my falling that I learned to stand.

Do you remember the first time I was sick? Thank you for nursing me back to health, for getting up with me in the night, for helping me discover that people generally do survive the mumps, and the measles, and the chicken pox, though I may have wondered about it at the time.

Mom, for my first few years did I expect you to be like a living en­cyclopedia, the source of knowledge about many things?

How many thousands of questions did you answer for me? Did I ask, "Who made the tree?" or, "Where did I come from?" And how many of those questions started with, “Why?”

When was the first time I heard the name of Jesus? I know it was when I was very young. Perhaps His name was one of the first names I learned.

Since I had some understanding of God and His love by the time I was five, and since I spent so much of those first days with you, it's fair to assume that much of what I know of Him I began to learn from you.

Thank you.  

Was it difficult to see me go off to school for the first time? Did you see that day as the beginning of many years of education, and an early part of the development of an ability to be independent of you?

How did you survive my bumps and bruises? How did you weather my successes and failures? How did you handle my adolescent rebellion? Did you know I needed to decide for myself about ethics, and morality, and faith?

When I think back over the years, I'm grateful. You worked so hard so we could have nice things. You cooked for us, you washed our clothes, and cleaned our house,

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First Day Home

while for many years working another full- time job as well. And I wonder how I can ever thank you enough.

Why do you love me anyway? I suppose you'd say, "Because I do ... I just do."

And I suppose you'd say that you did all those things for me because they had to be done.

But I know better, Mom, because I think there are mothers who don't love their children the way you love me. And I think there are some who choose not to do what needs to be done.

So, Mom, this is my small way of saluting you. You've taught me many things. You've loved me; you've cared for me; you've laughed with me; and you've cried with me; and, you’ve believed in me. Could any son ask of expect more than you have given me?

I hereby arise and call you blessed. In the city gates, I bring you praise (Proverbs 31:28, 31).

Your son, and thankfully so,

Dave


© 2017 David B. Biebel, Publisher – Healthy Life Press


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