PATIENCE OF A MOTHER
Sunday we’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day in America. It is a time for us to reflect on memories we have of our moms.
I was the oldest of six kids. My Mom was a stay at home Mom. As the oldest, I was always taunting my younger siblings and testing my Mom’s patience. As the firstborn, I enjoyed my mother’s undivided attention. When my younger sister came on the scene, I suddenly was demoted to number two. My sister got all my Mom’s time and I acted out in a lot of nonconstructive ways to compete for attention.
Although my Dad used a board as a tool of punishment, my Mom didn’t have patience for that; she just used her hand on the fly. Quick execution! But, her punishments were only token punishments and rarely hurt. I remember laughing at her because it didn’t hurt. Of course, pain was never her goal.
But, she did have patience with me growing up: helping me tie my shoes, learn to ride my bike and mow the lawn, and helping me dress stylish for school. Mom helped me learn patience in many ways. Thanks, Mom.
What do you remember your mother helping you do?
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