My mother, who is in pain 100% of the time, who works even in the depth of her pain, who refuses medicine so as not to become dependent, will openly admit “yes, I am tough. I am virtuous too.”
She is a virtuous woman.
She is still teaching me. Everyday I learn from her. When I find it hard to get out of bed early on a Saturday morning, I think of my mom. She’d get up, I say to myself. So I get up. When I am in pain or extremely tired, I think to myself She’d keep going. So, I keep going.
She says that I amaze her, but really she is amazing herself. She taught me how to be amazing.
When I find myself feeling shy and socially uncomfortable, I think of how my mom never knows a stranger, and I have confidence.
When I think that having all the responsibility I have is too much, I think of how she taught more than half of her eight children how to read…and do math
and save money
and keep organized
and do our best
and have confidence
and stand up for ourselves
and love Jesus.
Yes, when I fear that my children will grow apart from me in their adult years, I remember the times I grew apart from my mom. I always knew there was nothing I could do or say to make her love me less.
There is a saying that behind every great man is a great woman. Well, my dad is a spectacular man, and my mother is his shining star.
My mother, who is in pain 100% of the time, who works even in the depth of her pain, who refuses medicine so as not to become dependent, needs prayer. Please pray for my mommy.