My mother's mother died in childbirth when Momma was two years old.  Her daddy did not marry again until she was around nine.  She missed those extremely important early years of mothering.  The gap of those early lessons on how to mother spilled over into her own years of mothering.  She did the best she could under extremely difficult circumstances -- but nurturing was not her strong point.  

She left us thirteen years ago on Mother's Day.  Not a day goes by that I do not miss her.  How I would love to talk to her!  Her mothering technique was more on the side of "Get over it and get on with it!"  No time for any of us to roll in the pit of self pity---just move on!  I love to tell Momma stories and often I get these looks of unbelief.  She was a trip!

I did the best I could raising my children.  That often was not very good!  I was very consumed with keeping a perfect house, keeping nutritious meals on the table, keeping perfect looking children and crossing all the t's and dotting the i's.  Somehow I missed the importance of playing with my children.  We played, but not enough.  I let the daylies of work, home, school, and on and on consume my time and thoughts.  I ran from early pre-dawn hours until I fell in the bed late at night---and many important things in the relationships around me were neglected.  I think I did better than the generation before me, but there was plenty of room for improvement.

Happily I tell you the current generation of mothers in my family are doing a wonderful--marvelous job.  They are loving their children well.  God is being honored and taught by their mothers, and they spend quality time with my grandchildren.  God has slowly redeemed over generations the art of mothering in our family.  What a blessing to know the beautiful picture of how mothering should look by watching my daughter and daughter in law and what a gift His redemption is!


"Her children respect and bless her;
her husband joins in with words of praise.
'Many women have done wonderful things,
but you have outclassed them all!' "
Proverbs 31

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