What a precious word, or in my case, Mama. The sound is so dear to my ears! Oh how I longed to hear that precious word the first 4 years of our marriage! Then, 4 years ago I celebrated my first Mother's Day. I was 6 months pregnant with our first baby, a little girl and I was very excited. Eric bought me roses that first Mother's Day from the rinok near the church. Now God has blessed me with 3 little ones who call me Mama. May He help me to be worthy of the calling!
I praise the Lord that He allowed me to grow up in a home where my mom LOVED being a mom. In a generation where all women were equal and had "praise worthy" jobs, she made sure we - and everyone else - knew her career and greatest treasure was us (ALL 7 of us) and she wouldn't trade places with anyone. I remember groaning in the mornings as she had us clean then spend what felt like forever to us standing orderly, quoting scriptures, singing songs and learning sign language (we often complained that it had nothing to do with school and couldn't we just do school? Now, I'm going to do the same. hehe..want to give my kids something to remember). I remember her spending hours studying our books to teach us Math, Science, History....she took our education serious. Out of all of my memories, one of my most precious was when I would come down stairs in the middle of the night and see her praying...knowing it was for me and my siblings. She made me want to be a mom. I love you, Mom! Thank you for loving us and showing us an example of a perfect mom!