Mother’s Day Article in River Region Magazine by Stacy Lyn Harris
Stacy Lyn Harris writes Mother’s Day article for River Regions Magazine along with a few fantastic easy recipes for you to do on Mother’s Day.
Mother’s Day is upon us again. Fond memories swirl in my mind around this most fitting holiday from serving my mother breakfast in bed to my grandmother’s funny quirk of sitting by the phone until she received the most important call of the year from her son. God forbid and all be damned if she didn’t receive that Mother’s Day call.
I often wondered why this day was more special to my grandmother than even her birthday, until…I became a mother. Who knew how much work, sacrifice, ENERGY, stamina, and total giving up of one’s self motherhood would entail, does entail. I am in the thick of it right now. There is no greater sacrifice than to give ones life for his brother. This should be the definition of motherhood. Your life is no longer your own.
What honor it is to mold a life.
Why do we do it? It’s worth it. It is for the prize set before us. Because kids are a gift the Lord.Because we don’t know. (the commitment) Once we find out, we continue because…There is no greater joy than to to raise kids to walk in truth, be contributors to society, share love with others, and to be loved by them. – It was modeled before me. I wanted to follow in the footsteps of my mother.
A Letter to Mom
The words “thank you” are not enough to express my appreciation for the sacrifices you have made for me. With each passing year of raising my own children, I gain a deeper understanding of your unselfish, undying, and measureless love. Hidden gems of your love for me are being revealed as I pour myself into my own children.
I often wondered why Mother’s Day was more special to granny than even her own birthday, until…I became a mother. Who knew how much work, sacrifice, ENERGY, stamina, and total giving up of one’s self motherhood would entail… does entail. I am in the thick of it right now. Bringing children into the world begins in pain, and from there your body and soul become another’s – in my case, seven others.
There is no greater sacrifice than to give ones life for his brother. This should be the definition of motherhood. Your life is no longer your own. Mom, I know that is true with you.
A mother becomes a doting servant in the wee hours of the morning, caring for the needs of her baby; sleep-deprived, emotionally and physically exhausted, always “on call” not for just the first few months, but into the teenage and adult years. I always thought that once I became an adult, you would be free. I am seeing that is not true; mothering never stops.
I asked you once why you made such a colossal commitment. “It’s worth it,” was your simple answer. I have to agree, mom. The sacrifices are really not sacrifices because you are delighted to give up your pleasures and even your needs for that precious life.
The reward of having one of my children live out just one of the unselfish truths that I have taught them is far above anything I could ever receive on this earth. The blessings that my children bring me are far beyond my wildest dreams.
Despite the pain, sleepless nights, work, energy, blood, sweat, and tears, there is no greater joy in my life than that of being a wife and mother. Mom, if I can be half the mother as you have been, I will deem my life a success. Thank you for running this race before me and setting the bar high. I love you.
Your most indebted and grateful daughter, Stacy