Mother’s Day


I think I was in the second grade.  It was the Friday before Mother’s Day 1951.  The assignment was to write a poem about our mothers and engrave it in crayon on a large sheet of paper.  We then were to decorate it and take it home and present it to our mothers.  We all struggled with our poems.  Then I had a flash of inspiration.  I penned my first lyric:


“Mother, mother, you are so sweet,

You sound like a little bird going tweet, tweet.”


The teacher was pleased, mom loved it, I was proud, and Gary got a kick out of the way I misspelled “little.”  I had written “littie”.  So, being a big brother, he felt obligated to keep quoting the line “...You sound like a littie bird going tweet, tweet,” and asking what a littie bird looked like.  He still brings them up every once in a while. 


Mothers have always had a special place in the hearts of their children.  I suppose that for most of us, the person who had the greatest impact on our lives was our mother. 


George Washington, whose picture hung in that second grade classroom of mine, once said, "My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her." 


Even as he hung on the cross, Jesus was concerned about the welfare of his mother and assigned John to look after her.


It is good that we have set aside a day to honor our mothers.  One of the Ten Commandments,  is “Honor thy father and mother.”  God limited Himself to just ten, and mothers made the list.   So if your mother is alive, let her know this Sunday how important she is to you.  It she’s gone, then find some way to remember and honor her.


And if you ever happen to run across a littie bird, let Gary know what they look like.