Admittedly, I used to be a bit of a cynic when it came to what I call greeting card holidays – holidays I believed were either created by, or bumped up by the greeting card industry to sell its goods. In fact, I remember in my flippant teenage years even telling one boyfriend I didn’t want a card or a gift for Valentine’s Day because that just put more money into some greedy pockets. Likewise, I avoided Mother’s Day and Father’s Day with a passion.
Then the strangest thing started happening when I was about 14. One Mother’s Day, my mother gave me a card and a gift. She said in deference to my individuality and my opposition to the whole tradition, she respected Mother’s Day and wanted to pay honor to the fact that she was a mother. So, even though it didn’t mean much to me, it did to her and all she wanted from me for Mother’s Day was for me to allow her to express her sentiment. She told me the best part of her life was about having two children and being a mother.
As it happened, I grew up and got over myself. Got over my misguided opinions, and eventually realized that this was one of her gentle lessons…one of the many. That was her way of teaching me – not by yelling or nagging or getting angry or even drumming it in my head. She showed me life through gentle ways and trusted that in her teaching I would find my own way.
My mother never got to read any of my work, and for that I’ll always be sad. But I truly believe it was her spirit that became my muse. So in tribute of my mother, and for all mothers who gently guide their children – a poem. No, not of my creation. I’m not a poet. But the words of Helen Rice Steiner say the things I should have been saying in cards to my mother all those years ago.
A MOTHER’S LOVE
A Mother’s love is something that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy itor take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendored miracle man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence of God’s tender guiding hand.
I hope you have a very happy Mother’s Day!