“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.” 

― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

Flowers are sent. Cards are sent. Presents are given. We visit if we can. We call her on the telephone. Sometimes we say “I love you.” Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we are blessed to be with her on Mother’s Day. Sometimes we visit the cemetery and place an offering on her grave. Sometimes she knows us. Sometimes she doesn’t.

In thinking back over nearly six decades, I can truthfully say she was there to bake cookies and cakes for class parties. She was there cheering me on at school programs and sporting events. She was there when things were wonderful in my life, and she was there when things were at the lowest ebb. There is no love this side of heaven like a mother’s love.

One time many years ago, a young child offered an observation to a minister at Easter. Jokingly, the pastor stated in a children’s sermon that Jesus appeared first to women, because He knew they would tell everyone they knew about His appearance. A little girl raised her hand and asked: “Do you believe that was the reason?”

“What do you believe?” asked the pastor. The little girl, without missing a beat, responded: “I believe that all the men who were closest to Him except John were hidden behind a locked door, but the women, including Jesus’ mother never left the foot of the cross even while He was dying.”

The pastor smiled and admitted the child was correct which proves we can learn from anyone of any age.

I can attest in my experience with young children, and my experience is considerable, the majority of the time when a child is sick or in trouble, the first words they speak: “I want my Mama.”

As we approach the one day out of the year when we honor those special ladies we call “Mother,” “Mom,” “Mama,” no one can underestimate the good these ladies do and have done. Someone stated years ago “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.”

I recall years ago, the late Mrs. Virginia Daniel, longtime second grade teacher at South Hamilton Elementary, often presented a Mother’s Day program. She had students with big letters they turned over as the entire class sang…

M is for the million things she gave me.

O means only that she’s growing old.

T is for the tears she shed to save me.

H is for her heart of purest gold.

E is for her eyes with love light shining.

R is right and right she’ll always be.

Put them all together they spell MOTHER. A word that means the world to me.”

To all of the mothers, grandmothers, and for those who are “like mothers” to so many. I wish each of you a Happy Mother’s Day. God Bless you. I love the quotation below by the late Abraham Lincoln.

“No man is poor who has a Godly mother.” 

― Abraham Lincoln

From the Eight Mile Still on the Woodpecker Route north of White Springs, wishing you a day filled with joy, peace, and, above all, lots of love and laughter. Happy Mother’s Day.

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