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Giving birth doesn’t make a woman a good mother. I know, because I have had a lot of mothers-my birth mother, my adoptive mother, my grandmother, and then a stepmother. Even now, with two grown and married children and two beautiful grandbabies by way of my step-son and his wife, I miss my mother--my true mother, who adopted me because she chose me out of all the children in the world who needed a good mother. I miss my grandmother—who became my surrogate mother when my own beloved mother lost a long and difficult battle with breast cancer when I was a senior in high school.
So what is a good mother and why do I consider these two wonderful women to have been good mothers, to me? It’s because they made me believe deep in my soul that they loved me with more than they loved themselves, figuratively and literally unconditionally. They were both Godly women, so taught me the value of character, as well as love. My good mother demonstrated exemplary character each day of my life. She treated every living creature with sincere kindness and concern for their well-being. If you wanted to know WWJD all you had to do was watch her.
As an example, there is an event from my teens I recall with surprising clarity. My parents had a rental house, and the people who were moving out had completely trashed the place, leaving it filthy. My father refused to return their entire cleaning deposit. While he was at work, the woman came to our house and was screaming at my mother, who softy apologized, telling her she would have to discuss it with my father as he handled all the business dealing with the rental.
The renter became so enraged, I thought she might actually become violent. With far less character than my gentle mother, I stepped between them and demanded that the harpy leave and never speak to my mother like that again as she hadn’t been anything but kind and friendly to her, despite her rude and unreasonable behavior. No longer able to be a bully toward an obnoxious teenager who was equally angry and probably far less predictable, she left, squealing tires in her wake.
My mother’s response? “Oh, those poor children. I hope she slows down so they will be safe.”
I hadn’t even thought about the fact that the woman’s four children were in the station wagon, but it’s the only thing my mom cared about. She actually felt sorry for her and said she probably really needed the money, and maybe dad would let her have it after all.
At the time, I thought my mom was weak, and didn’t stand up for herself. I now realize she was far stronger than I have yet to become. She had character, and she was a good mom. Good moms demonstrate character. I was later lucky enough to have as my mom the woman who taught her values and how to love--my grandmother.
I sure wish I were a better mom, but I too love my children with unconditional love.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE GOOD MOTHERS EVERYWHERE!
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