Today my youngest brother (Tim), Dad, and I spread Mom's ashes in the final stages of Mom's passing. Her ashes settled on nearby foliage as they gently cradled them. As tears fell, I thanked God for her life. And I thanked Mama for instilling in me the awards and lessons of motherhood. Motherhood. The word represents a calling of great importance. There is nothing else in the world that compares. Mama guided us. She loved tenderly and forgave with Mercy. When we strayed, her fight for her children remained upon her knees. I am indebted for that!
As a proud mother of four, I have put into practice those life lessons. Mom was not perfect. Nor am I. Just ask my kids. They have learned by example there is a unique beauty within our failure. To fail is to learn how to triumph. It is fundamental to learning, growing, success, and redemption.
Just like Mama, I guide as I live. Just like I revered her, I feel it from my family. Yes. Motherhood has always been my calling from a little girl, and how grateful am I it was hers too.
