A friend recently posted a link on Facebook to a blog entry by Meg Meeker, M.D. entitled “Mom: Your Kids Love Your Squishy Hugs.” (http://www.megmeekermd.com/2012/11/mom-your-kids-love-your-squishy-hugs/) I thoroughly enjoyed reading Dr. Meeker’s explanation of how children perceive their mothers. She provides excellent insight into what truly matters to our kids when it comes to the motherly physique, and, even more importantly, she gives us an excuse not to work out! Okay, not really, but she did get me to start thinking about how my children see me. This, in turn, caused me to think about how I saw my own mother when I was small.
These days I have a hard time remembering my own last name, but, surprisingly, I was actually able to drum up some memories from my childhood about how I saw my mom. I recall thinking that my mother was the most beautiful woman. I even remember feeling sorry for other kids I knew whose moms weren’t as beautiful as mine. In my shallowness, I wondered if they loved their own moms as much as I loved mine despite their poor mothers’ shortcomings in the looks department. It’s awful, but true.
When I see my mother now, I still see the most beautiful woman. Even through my grown up eyes, my mother is stunning. Age has not changed how I see her physical appearance. It has merely enhanced my view of her. I now see so much more of what makes my mother so special, so unique. She is wise and kind and full of grace. She is infinitely giving of herself. She is patient and gentle. She knows so much, but is always eager to learn. She is extremely creative and so much fun. She radiates joy and peace. On the rare occasion that she is wrong, she is quick to ask for forgiveness. She is even quicker to give it. My mom is warm and welcoming, nurturing and hospitable. She is strong and, yet, humble. At the root of all that my mother is, she loves God with her whole heart, and that love overflows to everyone she meets.
I could go on, but I’ll stop for now. I know she will read this, and I don’t want her to get a big head. (Just kidding, Mom.) I only hope that someday my children will be able to see the same qualities in me that I am blessed to see in my mom.