Becoming

It's funny at first when I'd hear my Mother's words from my mouth...I'd cringe a bit...Not anymore....I feel blessed beyond words to have a mother who cared so deeply for her family, and still does. ( she has ten children, and over forty grandchildren!)

                                           

                      I wrote this in the card I gave her today....

When I choke up at the certain part in the story...

I am my mother.

When solace is tending gardens and healing comes from the earth's soil...

I am my mother.

When I marvel at how fresh the laundry smells and how nicely the damp shirts iron up...

I am my mother.

When I linger over my coffee after most everyone has left the table...

I am my mother.

When I stay home with a good book for real comfort 

I am my mother.

When I set aside my own agenda, in turn caring for someone else
I am my mother
When I give practical gifts with the knowledge of how useful they will be
I am my mother.
When I hear me say words like "yes it's warm but the wind is still cool."
I am my mother.
When I continue loving through times of heart ache.
I am still my mother.
I am not yet; but slowly on my way of becoming....
My mother.


                           Her price is far above rubies...
                                               Proverbs 31:10