There are so many wonderful reasons why we love our mother’s on this day. Let me throw my hat in the ring and give one more: Mom, thank you for ‘remaining.’ To remain, through it all, to out-last and out-love all the others is the second most precious act, after giving birth. I think of Mary, mother of Jesus, for all that has been made of her saintliness, I think the most precious of all her acts was her steadfast commitment to remain with her son. As far as we know from scripture, Mary did not scoff or scorn her son. When it seemed that the whole empire thought him crazy, Mary remained. When Jesus himself questioned, “Who is my mother,” she remained. And, when all had left, and there her son hung from a tree, alone; Mary remained.
I’m no Jesus, but have had my fair share of difficulties. My first trip to the pokey, who did I call? Waking up in rehab, whose face did I see? When the clouds of suicide closed in, whose hand reached out? When I turned my back, who stood standing? When I graduated from college, who sat in the front row? When I walked down the aisle, who beamed radiantly? When I preached my first sermon, who listened most intently? Through all things, rough and smooth, joyous and sorrowful, who remained?
Mom, I love you.