That Home
Last year Mother's Day was hard; you don't realize how many Mother's Day commercials there are until you have a hurt that makes the celebration not quite as it should be. For some reason though, I thought with each Mother's Day it would get easier. This year it doesn't feel any easier than the last. It is a deep reminder of what I have lost. My mom may have not been perfect, even though we seem to remember her that way these days, but she was the type of mom that was our best friend. A mom that we went to with everything. A mom that we would sit with in the kitchen while she tidied up or in her bedroom as she scrapbooked or cross stitched and talk for hours. Even when our friends came over we all ended up talking with my mom. She was a mom to so many. She welcomed anyone and everyone that needed her...our home was that home. For these reasons, when I heard this song this week, it grabbed me.http://youtu.be/GEWgLdgDux8My mom had a way of making everything ok. That is one of the things I miss most. Everything was right with the world when mom was around. Listening to this song brings tears and makes me hurt, but it also encourages me. Encourages me to strive to be that type of mom too. Whenever I picture my kids in their middle school and high school years, I see us hanging out in the kitchen talking. I see kids running in and out, our house being the central meeting place. Thinking of this just makes me smile. I have always wondered how my mom became this person, how she got all of us kids to freely talk to her about anything and everything. What I have come to is that she listened. She fully listened to us always. Whatever tiny middle school problem we had at the time became the most important problem in her universe. I never remember her acting like our stories were trivial, or her lecturing us on something we shouldn't have done, or her judging a mistake that we had made. She listened and guided us in the right direction; always leaving the final decision in our hands, but helping us along the way.I want to be the mom who listens intently. I want to see this as my most important job. I don't want my kids to feel I am distracted or that something is more important than them ever. I want our home to be that home for anyone who needs it to be.This Mother's Day I am going to focus on what made my mom great and the promise I have been given, the HOPE I rejoice in everyday!
When you're home I know you'll be safe. And strong enough to see, the faith that you believe. In that home, life will have no end. I know I'll see you again. In that home.
Happy Mother's Day! If you are one of the many that are hurting in some way on this day, I hope that you will find a moment to rejoice and celebrate.The day I made my mom a mom.