Happy Mother's Day!

When I think about my mother, I think about my first day of first grade. She drove me to school and pushed me (in my wheelchair) into my classroom. I found my way to the tall desk in the back. At lunch time, mom came and took me home.  

After lunch, she sat me down in front of the TV. I knew enough about first grade to know that first grade meant all day at school. I asked her why I wasn’t going back to school after lunch. She said that the school had decided I should try half-a-day and then work my way up to a full day. In all my first-grade wisdom, I knew if I only went to school half-day, it would take forever to finish.  

I said, “Wouldn’t it be better if I tried a full day first and then cut back to half-a-day if it didn’t work?” I don’t remember mom’s response, except that I found myself in the car going back to school. She pushed me back into the classroom and said to the teacher, “He is all yours”. For the next several years, my mom brought me lunch. I never really thought about the time and commitment it was for her. She sacrificed for me, probably many more than I know. She would do something uncomfortable if she thought it was best for me. I never really thanked her for everything she did for me. When I meet her again in Heaven, I intend to thank her for the sacrifices she made for me.  

If you are a mom reading this, and your child can’t thank you verbally or wouldn’t think to thank you, would you do me the honor? Thank you for the sacrifice you are making for your child. God sees you and will reward you, if not in this world, the next.  

Happy Mother’s Day!