My 7 Best Mother’s Day Gifts
Sometimes I think I have to write something new and refreshing for every special occasion—such as Mother’s Day. But then as I see what I wrote last year, I realize I really don’t have anything more or better to say. Rereading this post about the best Mother’s Day Gifts I have received again so touched me. So I’m just sharing it with you again. I hope it blesses you.
I have received many wonderful Mother’s Day gifts from my three children—and I have been grateful for each one. But they have given me gifts they didn’t even know, and those have been the best of all. I’m sure I could think of dozens, but here are 7 life-changing presents from my two daughters and my son.
I never get over that God would entrust these little lives to me. As Debbie and Michelle were born, and as Josh came as a 9-year-old, I have found myself overwhelmed that God gave me such gifts. And as they have grown up, I have realized what transforming gifts they have been. Thank You, Lord.
I knew parenting would be challenging, but I had no idea how totally inadequate I was. On the days of their births, and every day since, I have been over my head. So humbling. Gratefully I have had family, friends and books to help. But most of all, God has been there every step of the way, giving wisdom, encouragement, strength, love and everything else I have needed. The humility, of course, is still in process.
I had children later in life, and I thought I had, for the most part, grown out of my adolescent self-focus. But when I took Debbie, my lovely first child, home, I discovered I knew nothing about selflessness. Any newborn takes more time, attention, care, patience—everything—than you can imagine.But Debbie had 24-hour colic and rarely slept. She required all of me. For several months there was almost no opportunity for me to focus on myself. Thank you, Debbie, for taking me giant leaps forward in learning to get over my self-centeredness. Still growing, of course.
We all make many mistakes in our parenting. I have made more than my share. A few years ago my husband’s radio program was doing a surprise program on our family. They asked each of our children what they had learned from us. Michelle said, “From my mom I learned to ask for forgiveness.”
You see, Michelle approaches life differently than I do, and too often I tried to squeeze her into the mold of my life. So I often had to ask her for forgiveness. Which she generously gave. Thank you, Michelle, for forgiving and for teaching me to ask for that mercy.
Rearing children is a long process. Though supposedly we have completed our assignment in 18-22 years, those of us beyond that know we never really stop being mothers. There are many normal days, frequent times of celebration and rejoicing, and always some difficult days.Because Josh came to us from a difficult situation, he brought with him many challenges. His challenges, of course, became ours. We and he had many hard days and hard years as he grew out of that troubled boyhood into the man he has become. Thank you, Josh, for helping me to learn to never give up, to be tenacious, to persevere.
I knew how to pray. I had been a child of God, and serving in ministry, for many years when my first child was born. Of course I knew how to pray.
But as each child revealed my inadequacy and my weaknesses, as their needs required more wisdom than I had, as life for all of us included pain and trial, I have learned to go to my Father. To tell Him how I feel, to express what I think I—and my children—need, to pour out my heart, to beg and plead, to thank Him. I find my prayers are best prayed with open hands—not holding on to my demands, but allowing God to take out and put in His best answers. Thank you, Debbie, Michelle and Josh, for teaching me to really pray.
Of course we love our children. As we carry them for 9 months, when they are first placed in our arms, or if they come to us some other way, we are amazed at the intensity of the love we feel for them.
But life tests that love. Especially when they aren’t always lovable. When they are whiny and crabby. When nothing you do satisfies. When they are disobedient, even defiant. When they make increasingly bad choices. And especially when they yell hateful words at us and reject us and what we stand for.
When those things happen—and they did—God reminded me that unconditional love , by definition, keeps loving no matter what they say or do, or even if they don’t love in return. Thank you, my wonderful children, for being God’s instruments for me to learn to receive and live out His unconditional love.
Debbie, Michelle and Josh, thank you for being God’s good gifts to me. And as each of you has entered into this wonderful parenting journey, may God surprise you with the transforming gifts those children will be to you. I love you.
What about you? What gifts have others given you?
c2012 Judy Douglass