by Laurie Beth Jones
The photo on this essay is of my mother and me at the beach in San Diego when I was just a little girl. Oddly enough, I found it not in our family archives but in a frame on a shelf on Target. It is a stock photo somebody took, but it might as well have been us. I found it shortly after she died.
I needed to see her smiling and young and loving me when I was little, and there it was. Maybe placed there by an angel in a store.
Not everyone has warm and loving mothers. My siblings and I were very blessed. I have friends however whose relationships with their mothers were, in a word, complicated.
But today is not a day for complications. It is a day for celebrations. For the sheer memory that no matter what, your mother risked her life to bring you into this world, and somehow with the help of others managed to keep you alive. So you could buy her flowers. And say “Thank you for everything.”
God thought mothers were so important he even gave Jesus one. And Jesus, with his dying breath, asked those around him to make sure his mother was cared for, until the very end.
It is said we will become our mothers. Most of us daughters have her laugh, that being our first imitated sound. Genetics, we are learning, plays a part in how long we live, and how. Your mother’s life span will in some ways predict your own. How you fill that life span is up to you. Why not choose to honor her life with a life full of gratitude and celebration?
Today, I am wishing you a lovely Mother’s Day. If you don’t have a picture of a happy childhood, go to Target and buy one. And then make it yours. It is never too late to have a happy childhood—for you or your Mom.
Blessings to you and all beloved Mothers on this special day.