Woman, Behold Thy Son

Steve wrote me a poem today for Easter, well he said it was actually for Mothers day but I think it's fitting for today too. It's amazing or at least I think so. It's as good as this one for Christmas a few years ago. Here you go:

Woman Behold Thy Son

Christ spoke from the cross
Woman, behold thy son
His atoning sacrifice
A few moments from done

His eyes seemed to say
as he hung from above
When father forsook me
I was sustained through your love

Where does it begin
Faiths cycle of hope
Charity and love
Eternal in scope

Great is the mystery
Of where it begins
A boys faith in his mother
Or her faith in him

At his birth, Satan had come
A mothers faith to destroy
Born in a stable
Does God care for his boy?

Mary had known God
Would provide from above
Wise men with gifts
Tender proof of his love

She had unveiled his godhood
To this son she did impart
Israel's hope for a Savior
Sunk in his young heart

He had believed in his mother
And her faith in him
Helped him seek out his Father
And so it began

He had grown in wisdom
And stature to a man
He had learned line upon line
Of his role in God's plan

That seed sown by his mother
That he could set Israel free
Had grown to fruition
As he hung from the tree

Woman, behold thy son
Christ spoke from the cross
A mother's salvation, gained
At such infinite cost

We too can have faith
In this mothers son
For it is through him
Our salvation is won

He provides grace
And allows us to change
To reconcile with God
And not be estranged

Hidden in the lesson
Of the faith of this mother
Through our faith in Christ
We can have faith in each other

Where does it begin
Faith cycle of hope
Charity and love
Eternal in scope

Great is the mystery
Of where it begins
A boys faith in his mother
Or her faith in him

Women, Behold thy sons
or is it the other
World behold
The faith of our Mothers

Happy Mothers Day

I remember as a child loving Mother's Day, we had spent time as kids making our presents in school and anticipating just how much mom was going to LOVE it. Sure it was just a recipe holder but it was a recipe holder from ME, and that meant something to both of us. She would be all surprised and excited to get her gifts, she would Ooohh and Aaahh over them and then at times even USED them (that blessed woman).

As a daughter I looked up to her and still do and all I wanted to do was please her, and Dad too. But more than anything I wanted to be just like her! She was and is amazing. She could bake and cook and kept a very clean house despite having 5 kids (I still don't know how she did that). She taught us she hugged us, she read to us out of the Friend and I always remember how she would cry when she read to us, now I do the same thing! But most of all she loved us, even at times when we didn't want to be loved.

I would wear the dress she had just made me for Easter to show her how much I loved and appreciated it, I would make a special effort to not complain and to do the dishes and even a few breakfasts in bed, though that was hard since Mom and Dad always woke up so stinkin early. I just remember wanting to please her especially on Mother's Day, I still do I guess.

She was there when I became a mother, and has loved and helped me through many difficult mothering moments. And as much as I love celebrating and giving love to my mom on Mothers Day, I hate mothers day for me. I tolerate it and show excitement for the gifts my kids give me because that's what my mom did and I know I should. (however I do really love the things the boys and Railey gave me) But I hate going to church and hearing all the talks on how good mothers are and feeling like I am failing or falling way short. To be honest it is just such a hard day. I want to go crawl in bed and lock my door. It seems the kids always fight more and don't want their dinner more and wear their raggiest clothes that they own more, and I just think why do they have mothers day? Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being a mom and wife!!!!! I just feel more and more guilt on this day than on most.

That is until Steve walks in and holds me and says, "they won't fight forever, they won't not eat forever, they won't cuddle us in bed forever--just enjoy it while it lasts!" So I have changed my attitude from this morning and I am trying really hard to enjoy the day it only comes once a year (thank goodness) and my kids really are trying hard to please me. And I don't know how many "I love you"s I have got today. And I have a husband who just wants to see me smile. So for today I am going to soak it all up and love every minute of the rest of my mothering day, fighting and all.

Mom I do love you and Momma I love you too. Thanks for raising a son who loves and respects me as wife and mother. I know he learned that from you and Daddy. Thanks for your great example and for showing that to me and our kids. I love both of my mother's today and always.

both my moms