I sometimes wonder if my mother could be the same parent today as she was in the 50’s. Although the voices of culture have made radical changes in family life, I believe she could. Her child-rearing principles were unchanging.
Challenges are countless for the moms of today. I speak with many women who are weary busy.
I understand. I remember.
Oh, but the challenges of yesteryear moms must have seemed overwhelming!
Think about the ancient moms of the Bible. The garden mom, Eve, the first woman to have a baby! Wow! No books, no midwife. After the fall, she suffered the heartbreak of dysfunction in her family . . . brother against brother.
The sacred mama of Jesus labored while on a donkey, birthing her holy baby on the floor of a cave. And then, this young mom had the responsibility to teach and protect the baby Messiah.
Fast forward to the time of television moms . . . extremes from June Cleaver to Peg Bundy, the “ladies we’ve learned from” . . . My admiration was for the patient and wise Caroline Ingalls, the pioneer mom of Little House on the Prairie.
She never had a melt down.
Through the ages, God’s design for the amazing role of mother-dom is unchanging . . . to give life, teach, nurture and protect the heritage He has given us. It has been my privilege to be a mom, no matter the stage my children were growing through, no matter the season I was going through. I have learned much from them.
And, unlike Ma Ingalls, I’ve had a melt down. . . .
No matter how our culture changes, a mother’s heart remains.
I look to my own mom, an everlasting example to me . . . not a biblical mom, not a tv mom, but a practical woman with extravagant dedication to her family. Her eye was faithfully upon me clear, and remained upon me even when it became faded and framed with flesh time-lines . . . still holding out a wrinkled hand of help. She infused strength into and down to her great-granddaughters.
No matter what stage of mamahood or grammahood, we can be a strong influence and example to leave long after our homegoing.
So, on this I Remember Mama Day, I honor her, and I honor my children who have allowed me to be a lasting legacy in their life.
Children are our heritage. Our faith is their inheritance.
Her children rise up and call her blessed . . . Proverbs 31:28