Adam named his wife Eve,
because she would become the mother of all the living.
GENESIS 3:20
When I think about the woman that I have become, I give all the credit to my mother. I may not have been the perfect daughter, but I did my best to be who she wanted me to be.
Just like Stasi Eldredge, I went through different phases while growing up. I, too, did things I am not proud of; and I, too, gave my mother grief during my college years and my early twenties. When I was at home, I made sure I was doing everything as I was told but all the while hiding the things I was doing. I wasn’t into drugs, but I portrayed myself as someone who wasn’t dating or going to parties. However, no matter how hard you try to hide, things come out in the end and, in my case, they did. My mother was disappointed and threatened to have me withdrawn from college. For a while I lived up to her expectations until I started working and began to live with my aunt. Well, my aunt made sure she reported everything I did—if I came late from work, my mother knew about it; if I had a date on Saturday afternoon or if I didn’t go to church on Sunday morning, my mother would ask me why on Monday morning.
My relationship with my mother was restrained during this time, and it made me hide who I was from her. I longed to be a good daughter…but I couldn’t be since all she heard were the bad things that I did. My mum would say that “I needed Jesus.” All the “bad” I was doing was because I didn’t know Jesus. Well, like a daughter who wanted to be in the best books with her mother, I received Jesus at a major crusade that took place. I stopped pretending that I loved the Catholic Church and started going to a Pentecostal church. I broke up with my boyfriend at that time because he didn’t share my new faith. My weekends were spent at church or at home if there wasn’t a church program. I became someone who my mum and aunt were proud of. The reporting slowly stopped and life was good.
I wish I could end here and say that things were like that over the years. Unfortunately it wasn’t. I wasn’t always the good girl and this wasn’t the last time I would hide or make wrong decisions in life and disappoint my mother. However, despite my shortcomings, my mother was there to correct me and show the correct path. My mistakes did not stop my mum from loving me. She was there with me through the heartbreak and pain that I suffered in my relationships. She always rushed to be by my side when I needed her the most.
“Girls’ hearts flourish in homes where they are seen and invited to become ever more themselves. Parents who enjoy their daughters are giving them and the world a great gift. Mothers in particular have the opportunity to offer encouragement to their daughters by inviting them into their feminine world and by treasuring their daughters’ unique beauty” – Stasi Eldredge.
Looking back at my life now, I cherish the life that my parents gave me and my siblings. We were given opportunities to excel in everything that we did. My parents encouraged us to dream big and rejoiced with us when we did well in school and never failed to show us how much they loved and cared for us.
My mother went to be with the Lord last year after she lost her battle with diabetes. She left behind a legacy of love, strength, and care. She was always full of advice. She was not someone who would embarrass you when you did something wrong;she would call you aside, listen to your side of the story, and tell you what you did wrong and what doing the right thing looked like. My mother lived by example. If she wanted something done, she would be the first to do it. She was someone who would be the first and last to leave a room, making sure everything was fine. I pray that I become half the person that she was.
I know that some of you cannot say such things about your relationship with your mother because of the pain she may have caused you; but at the end of the day, a mother and daughter’s relationship is the most of important of all. It’s the relationship that helps us when we grow up and become mothers ourselves.
My prayer is that no matter what went on in the past or if it may still be happening right now, we would look to the Lord to help us restore the relationship with our mothers. My mother said I needed Jesus—and she was right. Our faith in the Lord is what cemented our relationship. Every time we discussed issues regarding faith, all our differences would melt away. When we talked about Jesus, we were not mother and daughter but we were both children of the most High God, we were both daughters. I enjoyed hearing my mother say “I am praying for you” because I knew that she meant it.
Be Blessed
Jackie
LET’S PRAY:
Lord, I thank You for the precious gift that You gave to me—my mother. I thank You for the life that I had with her, and what she meant to me and my family. I pray for my fellow sisters whose relationships with their mothers are not great right now, that You will restore it. May they cherish one another and learn from one another. May their relationships be Christ-like and forgiving. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
YOUR ASSIGNMENT:
How is the relationship with your mother or daughter? If you were given an opportunity to write about her, what would you say? Please take time today and tell her how much she means to you.
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