Today Lynn is hosting Thankful Thursday and she asked us to talk about our Moms or being a Mom. So … here we go.

My Mom (known as Mama to me) did the best she could. By the time I came along, she had already raised my brother and sister (who are 11 and 9 years older than me). She was not thrilled with the idea of starting over.

My Mom worked hard to put food on the table and provide for our family. She made more than my Dad and was the main bread-winner. I remember her working nights when I was young which put a lot of my “raisin’ — country saying” in my sister’s lap. I
even thought my sister WAS my mommy when I was little (poor Kathy). Since Kathy was the little Mom of the house, she was taught how to cook. I just started winging it when I got married (sorry hubby).

As I grew, my Mom and I had a love/dislike relationship. She raised us nicer than she was raised, but her hurts poured down to us (she had a painful childhood and suffered a lot of emotional abuse from her Mom). I rebelled against her from the time I had sense enough to form my own opinions (poor Mama).

After I married, Mama and I enjoyed shopping together every Saturday. Our relationship became fun and we hit the malls and super stores to purchase trinkets for our homes. We had many years of happy times before her stroke in 2001. Since her stroke, a lot of her actions from my childhood have resurfaced. It brought back a lot of bad memories for me and my sister — not too sure about my brother. Of course, God used this in my life to bring about a greater level of healing (thank You Lord).

Though I lost a lot of my Mom back in 2001, I am still grateful that I can hear a resemblance of her voice each day. I am sad about the way she is having to spend her winter years – physically, emotionally, and spiritually, BUT I am thankful to still have her.
I do love my Mama and I pray that she will know true freedom in this life.

On a different note, there are no words to describe the joy I have as a Mommy. All I’ve ever wanted to do in my life is marry prince charming (check), be a Mommy (check), sing, (sort of check), and write (this is writing, right?). I didn’t think the Mommy part would ever happen, but THANK GOD — He made a way.

There is nothing like the voice, hugs, breath, and scent of your child. I am forever grateful to the birthmom who chose LIFE and didn’t chose abortion. I am grateful that God planted our precious daughter right into our arms! I’ve lost some pounds since this picture, but this is the MOMENT we met our daughter!

I pray I will be a good, kind, and supportive Mom all the days of my life. Mom’s can build up and they can tear down. I want to be a builder and encourager … the one cheering my little one to fulfill the plans God has for her.

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And BTW … HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL OF THE MOMS OUT THERE.