My siblings and I took our Mom to brunch yesterday to celebrate Mother's Day. For three years of my life she was a single mom, and for most of their lives. The sacrifices she made, the emotional strain she carried, the strength and grit she demonstrated to raise us is just part of what makes her our hero. She was not perfect, no one is, but what we all remember were the tireless ways she loved us, fought for us, and encouraged us. I have a file folder of notes she wrote over the years that blessed me. Now, it is harder for her to write, so she sends text messages with lots of heart emojis and I love you's.
When I look at LaVon, my wife and best friend, I see all the ways she has done these same things for our daughters and granddaughter, and for me.
Today we celebrate moms, and the mother figures in our lives (grandmothers, aunts, others) who loved us, believed in us, encouraged us and made us who we are today. The photo is of our family from Easter of this year. All but five people in this photo, would not be alive were it not for my Mom (at the center in the photo) and all of our lives have been shaped and enriched by her love.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!