#ThankfulThursday: A Mother's Day Reflection From Daughter to Mother

I don’t think I appreciated my mom enough when I was younger.  I saw her working hard and taking care of our family on a daily basis but I don’t think I was able to really appreciate it until I became a grown woman and mother.  Growing up, I thought my mom was a superhero. She made things happen no matter what. It wasn't until I became older that I saw my mom as a woman; an amazingly resilient, determined and strong woman.  My mom was and still is


“A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.  She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. “

My mother is my dad’s helpmate.  Through her example she showed me what being a wife means.  As a young adult, I struggled with the “head of the house” scripture.  My mom and dad’s relationship became that scripture lived out loud.  It looked like mutual love and respect with two people who chose to honor one another every single day of their lives.

She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants.  She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.  She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.  She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. “

My mom worked while I was growing up. She was a full time working mom with a job near O’Hare airport. At work every day by 7am and sometimes earlier, our clothes were washed and ironed every week (until I was old enough to do it on my own) and we had a home cooked meal every single night.  She was smart about it all. My mom is a master organizer. She meal planned before it became popular, cooking and prepping all meals on the weekend, washing and ironing all clothes on Sunday.  She’d come in from work and take a prepped meal out the fridge and put it in the oven for dinner.  She understood how to use her time wisely.  

 “She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.”

My mother’s heart has always been generous. She has a nurturing spirit that people gravitate to. She’s always been one to help those less fortunate than herself or those who are going through something. She has a heart for her elders and interacts with them with such kindness and warmth.  She taught me what compassion and empathy looks like.

When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.  She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.

She’s Fearless and unafraid.  I have a faith filled, praying, Christian mother.  Even when I’ve made poor decisions, my mother would always speak life over me. She always saw me as a child of God with a divine purpose and future. My mother’s strong faith sustained her when I was in the terrible teenage phase because she always leaned on a God who she knew covered us in his love and protection.  She covered her family in prayer daily. She taught me how to pray and have faith.

 "She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. “

I’ve always admired my mom but I also watched my mom very closely.  I didn’t realize how much I watched her movements and actions until I was older.  My mom’s greatest lessons were the ones she never spoke. They were in her living example.  I learned how to deal with adversity, face fears, and conquer hardships from watching her do it all.  I learned how to use my voice because of her.  My mom gave me such awesome advice growing up but it was in her living example that I learned the most about strength and dignity.  It was how she carried herself, it was how she responded to things that upset her, and it was how she handled disappointment or adversity.  She was never loud or ignorant but always showed a quiet strength that demanded respect.   She was slow to speak and quick to listen which is why people gravitate to her for advice and instruction. She was trustworthy and a great and honest friend.  My mom stayed working.  She took those moments to rest but I’m sure it was never enough. I always saw my mom, working, cooking, cleaning, running errands or doing something with us. She used her time wisely and made sure family was her priority.

 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:  “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.  Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

My mother sacrificed.  My mother struggled.  My mother conquered. My mother survived. My mother pressed through.  My mother found joy in spite of.  My mother leaned on her faith.  My mom loves and nurtures. My mom listens with ears to hear and understand.  My mom works hard.   My mother has wept for her children; my mother has prayed for her children, my mother has gone without for her children. My mother raised her children.  



I don’t know how you did it! Looking at my children, I now understand what unconditional love looks and feels like.  I have so much respect for you; not just as a mom but as a woman. A Woman with her own dreams, goals and plans for her life. A Woman who sacrificed so much for her family.  I want you to know how much I love and appreciate you. I appreciate you for being a mom that was always encouraging and nurturing. I appreciate you for listening to me and seeing me as an individual with her own thoughts, ideals and dreams and respecting that.  I appreciate you for always making time for your children no matter how tired you were. I thank you for encouraging each one of my dreams and doing things that helped me get one step closer to achieving them. I thank you for recognizing the mother in me and relating to me in a new way.  You know when I’m tired, worried or stressed or just in need of a break and you allow me space to do that!     I thank you for the role you play in the lives of my children.  They are so fortunate and blessed. The special bonds you share with each of them warm my heart.  You are planting seeds in them the same way you planted seeds in each of your children.  I thank you for assuming the role of matriarch and keeping this family together and connected.  I thank you for your continued living example of what womanhood and motherhood look like. 

Happy Mother’s Day Mommy! I love you more than words will ever allow me to say!