“A mother is the truest friend we have,
when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us;
when adversity takes the place of prosperity;
when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us,
still will she cling to us,
and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels
to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace
to return to our hearts.”
Washington Irving
(“mom” with her two lambs…The Mayor and The Sheriff / Greg Cook /2021)
Okay..
so I’ve said it before..there were three primary women who
were integral in making me into the person I am today…
First there was my birth mother (and NO I do not subscribe to this
latest woke nonsense and crap of “birthing person”…total BS!!)
I had a birth, or rather biological, mother who gave me up for adoption in 1959.
Next I had an adopting mother who came along in 1960.
(and no AOC, planned parenthood does not help out in that area contrary
to your foolish line of thinking)
My adopted mom did the long haul hard work.
She went through diapers, terrible twos, potty training…and Lord knows
and bless her heart, adolescence.
Yet sadly, she left me in 1996 when cancer marked her name.
Lastly I had an adopted godmother who came along in 1974—she picked up the
spiritual pieces…working meticulously until her death several years ago.
And let me just say, if you don’t have that kind of person in your life…
find her–a Christian mother who will guide you…
Throw in my two grandmothers (adopted) and I had some great ground work.
I, in turn, became a mom in 1988 to our only son Brenton.
We were going to name him Collin after my godpoppa, but
the name Brenton spoke to my husband…and after an arduous birth,
the nurse turned to me and asked me what was to be the name of this
new son of ours and all I could muster
was…”ask my husband what he wants…”
and so Brenton was his name-o….
As life would have its way, we discovered that we were actually very
fortunate to be able to have just the one child.
So let’s just fast forward to today…our 32 year old son being dad to
both the Mayor and the Sheriff.
I must say that I have absolutely marveled over how our son
has grown into the role of being both father
and dad.
And so just maybe…. this should be more of a father’s day post…
but since this is my day, mother’s day…I’m going to focus
on what makes me a mom…
and that would be our son and now our grandkids.
Recently, our son took off a day from work in order to
spend the entire day with his 2 year old son, aka the Sheriff.
It was the Sheriff’s 2nd birthday and since birthday number 1 was
during the height of lockdown pandemic, our son wanted to make certain
that birthday number two was special.
It matters not that the Sheriff probably won’t ever recall birthday
number two.
What matters is that the tales will transcend time that his dad said
“no” to work just so he could spend time with his young son.
Now that is what I call putting one’s priorities into place!
I am a firm believer that we grow our children…
We nurture them, care for them, feed them, clean them, clothe them,
teach them, instruct them, defend them…
Our sons need fathers.
Our daughters need fathers.
And I dare you to argue with me otherwise.
So don’t mess with mama bears….just saying
I know not all family situations are ideal…
mothers must be fathers and fathers must be mothers…
But our kids need balance.
They need both female nurturing and they need strong male guidance.
Call me old fashioned, call me out of touch, but I’ll tell you one thing…
balance…male and female…it works!!
So happy mother’s day to all the moms and dads…
as well as to grandparents…along with the aunts and uncles
and to all those godparents out there filling
that spiritual role!
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old,
he will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6
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