Taking a Mother's Day Appreciation Post break from finals
My mom always tells me that I have one of the strongest senses of self she's seen, but it's only that strong because I have never had to doubt the strength of her support and love.
My mom has always impressed on us that we were the most important thing in the world to her, and that she felt all parents should feel the same about their kids. She showed and shows us that in so many ways, but the example that sticks in my mind is this:
When we were little, we had an illustrated book of Bible stories. My mom was reading it aloud to us, and when we got to the story of Abraham and his averted sacrifice, she stopped and said that she hated this story. She had always hated this story. Partly because she thought it was cruel of God to ask that of Abraham, but mostly because Abraham should never have gone along with it. Not even if he had faith that God wouldn't really make him do it or that God would intervene. All she believed this story illustrated was that Abraham was a horrible parent, because you should never put your children in harm's way, much less harm them. Not even if God told you to.
It didn't make much of an impression at the time, but like I said, it stuck with me. It, and many of instances of my mom being awesome, gave me the strength to always love and accept myself for what I am. So thanks, Mommy.
I'm sorry I don't let my mom know often enough how much I appreciate her, that I get caught up and don't call her or that sometimes I start to talk to her like she's stupid just because she's not interested in the same things I am. But I do love her and appreciate her, and I hope she remembers that.
My mom has always impressed on us that we were the most important thing in the world to her, and that she felt all parents should feel the same about their kids. She showed and shows us that in so many ways, but the example that sticks in my mind is this:
When we were little, we had an illustrated book of Bible stories. My mom was reading it aloud to us, and when we got to the story of Abraham and his averted sacrifice, she stopped and said that she hated this story. She had always hated this story. Partly because she thought it was cruel of God to ask that of Abraham, but mostly because Abraham should never have gone along with it. Not even if he had faith that God wouldn't really make him do it or that God would intervene. All she believed this story illustrated was that Abraham was a horrible parent, because you should never put your children in harm's way, much less harm them. Not even if God told you to.
It didn't make much of an impression at the time, but like I said, it stuck with me. It, and many of instances of my mom being awesome, gave me the strength to always love and accept myself for what I am. So thanks, Mommy.
I'm sorry I don't let my mom know often enough how much I appreciate her, that I get caught up and don't call her or that sometimes I start to talk to her like she's stupid just because she's not interested in the same things I am. But I do love her and appreciate her, and I hope she remembers that.