By Janet Walgren
When my great-grandmother Walgren died, she left a letter for her children and her posterity that would come after her. When I became an adult, my grandmother gave me a copy of the letter; she had it made into a little booklet and tucked it into a quilt she made for me by hand. The book is one of my little treasures.
The letter addresses each of my great-grandmother’s children individually telling them how much she loved them and expressing her concerns and aspirations for their futures. She then told them her thoughts and beliefs on the subjects of family, finances, politics and faith. She apologized for her shortcomings and ended with these lines:
Think of me as the dawn into the dimness, yours still, you mine.
Remember the best of our past moments and forget the rest.
So to where I wait come gently on.
I love these lines. They let me know that I have a great-grandma up in heaven watching over me and waiting for me. I know that no matter what else is going on in my life, I am loved, that she cares.
Each child is different. They are unique individuals. I think that is why children don’t come with instruction manuals. I also think that is why mothers come in all shapes and sizes with unique personalities and perspectives. According to worldly standards, some mothers and children are better than others because of role models, education, and other opportunities. But does God really care if a child is a star athlete, cheerleader, musician or student with great test scores? Perhaps he looks deeper and searches the heart. I think he cares about goodness and love.
I can’t imagine what it must be like for mothers holding babies to their breast as bombs and bullets fly around them and I grieve for the mother who has lost her child.
I am saddened by young women who are waiting for a husband, or a baby and it pains me to know that many will wait a life time without the joy of family or motherhood.
I believe that most mothers do their very best according to the knowledge and resources that they have at their disposal and I say, “Good for you!”
To all the mothers out there, Happy Mother’s Day. May God bless you all.