She's never been Mama or Mommy to me, she's always been Mom, at least as far back as I can remember.
It's not so much about what she did as much as it is about who she is. She's my mom, plain and simple.
She grew up a tomboy sister to 3 brothers. She went to college to learn how to teach little one's. She met Dad there, the doctor to be, who swept her off her feet. She did make it to that classroom and taught the children as a means to pay for Dad's medical school. He often joked that he thanked her by taking her to the most primitive place on the face of the earth, and it's true. He ushered her away from everything she knew, and took her to the jungles of New Guinea where he fixed bodies and she taught minds, all in the name of Jesus. And by the way, she did this with three children in tow and one, me, in the belly to be born there in the jungle.
Back stateside she gave up herself for her children, staying at home to be all mom and all wife.
She's been my biggest fan all of my life, even when I didn't understand or agree with her. She taught me more about the power of Jesus name and blood and love than anyone. Is she perfect? No. But in the moments of my deepest pains and deepest regrets, she did not fail. I remember the times she sat up in the middle of the night with this adult daughter who was racked with pain, and said with tears in her eyes, "I can't stand to see you this way."
"Just lay it at the foot of the cross."
"Satan flees at the name of Jesus."
"There's power in the blood."
"God knows all about it."
"You're a pearl being formed in the mollusk"
"Satan works hardest on those God can use the most."
"God heals the brokenhearted, but he wants all the pieces."
Words she said over and over to me, and I now share with her as she struggles with being 83 in a worn out body that's married to a righteous man bogged down by the ravages of Alzheimer's. Just today I said to her, "God knows all about it, Mom." We talked about the promises of His Word and how she used to share them with me with such confidence. We can't let age, or pain, or circumstances, dull the promises.
She cared for me, now I care for her.
She taught me, now I teach her.
She comforted me, now I comfort her.
She gave me words of wisdom, now I give them back to her.
She couldn't fix everything for me, and I can't fix everything for her, but I can be her biggest fan just like she was for me.
Today I'm sharing with the folks at Five Minute Friday. On Friday's Lisa-Jo gives us a prompt and we are to write for five minutes using that prompt as our guide. Today's prompt is, WHAT MAMA DID.