The Love Chapter For Mothers
If I talk to my children about what is right and
what is wrong, but have not love,
I am like a ringing doorbell or pots
banging in the kitchen.
And though I know what stages my children will
go through and understand their growing pains, and can answer all their
questions about life and believe myself to be a devoted mother,
but have
not love, I am nothing.
If I give up the fulfillment of a career to make my
children’s lives better and stay up all night sewing costumes or baking
cookies on short notice, but grumble about lack of sleep,
I have not
love and accomplish nothing.
A loving mother is patient with her children’s immaturity and kind
even when they are not; a loving mother is not jealous of their youth,
nor does she hold it over their heads whenever she has sacrificed for
them.
A loving mother believes in her children; she hopes in each one’s
individual ability to stand out as a light in a dark world; she endures
every heartache and backache to accomplish that.
A loving mother never really dies.
As for home-baked bread, it will
be consumed and forgotten; as for spotless floors, they will soon gather
dust and heel marks.
As for children, right now toys, friends, and food
are all-important to them. But when they grow up, it will be their
mother’s love that they will remember and pass on to others.
In that
way, she will live on.
So care, training, and a loving mother reside in a home,
these three;
but the greatest of these is a loving mother.
-by Dianne Lorang
