Don’t be confused. You’re not reading a six-month-old blog, and no, it’s not May. It is, however, my mother’s day – her birthday. How blessed I am to call her mother, and how blessed my sisters and I are to still have her counsel, love, and support. As much as she is to us and our children, I am equally touched to see what she means to others – especially nieces, nephews, great nieces and great nephews, as well as friends.
She defines the term “mother.” When it came time to draft the dedication page for my book, Reflections, it was an effortless task. The honor could go to no one else. It was not easy to summarize the vignette entitled “Mother.” There was so much to say. At one point, I simply stated: “You have your own story to tell.”
Born in 1934, the youngest of a clan of sixteen children whose births spanned an era of thirty years, she and one sister remain the link to our past, our heritage. They hold the keys, the stories of our ancestors, and are still with us and available to share those treasures. We must only ask.
And so, beginning this new year and this day, her birthday, I will purpose in my heart to set aside my other projects and will devote my time to helping her tell her story.
Family and friends – 2012 will be the year … stay tuned for Mother’s story.
“Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their children after them.” Deuteronomy 4:9 (NIV)