Welcome to my Page. Remember those that have paved the way for you. My goal is to share some of my failures and successes, to solve a few problems, to connect, inspire, to reach others one person at a time, to be a blessing to someone, and to let others know they are not alone. I am truly blessed. I give all praises to God. Without God where would I be?
A mother may mean
different things to different people. Some may have had good
experiences with their mothers while others may have had unpleasant
experiences. What is a mother?
A mother is not
necessarily the biological mother. It could be an aunt, cousin,
grandmother, foster parent or even an adoptive parent. I marveled as
I watched 60 minutes the other night. There was a woman that was the
mother to nearly 100 Tanzanian children, even though she had no
biological children of her own. Some of the children had been
abused, abandoned or lost both parents. It was amazing as she told
her story. These children had their own schools and walked several miles to their school.
A mother is
nurturing. Children need love and nurturing. She helps to care for
and encourage her children. Nurturing will include a bond,
relationship, and encouraging children with their talents. A mother
is so crucial because her child may become the next President,
chemist, doctor, lawyer, and the list of potential great people goes
on and on.
A mother's love is
selfless. She is willing to give of herself. I find this awesome.
In 1 Kings 3:16-28 two women go before King Solomon claiming the baby
boy was theirs. The King asked for a sword to divide the baby. The
one woman was okay with this, but the other woman, the actual mother,
agreed to give the baby to the other woman rather than have her son killed.
The King gave the baby to the selfless woman that was willing to give
her son to another.
A mother is a
protector. She is willing to protect her child at all cost. I
recall one time waiting at the bus stop with my daughter for my
grandchildren to arrive from school. Only 2 children got off the bus. My
daughter quickly questioned my 2 grandchildren as to where my other
grandchild was. They said they did not know. I know my daughter ran
cross country in school, but I saw her sprint that day. She ran and
actually jumped in front of the bus flagging the bus to stop. My
other grandchild was still on the bus unaware that the other 2 were
I recall being in a
Foster Care Home between the ages of 2 and 3 years old. I can
remember it so vividly, because I did not want to be there. This
young boy would always hit me in the head. The Foster Care Mother
would not do anything about it. The young boy seemingly knew not to
bother me when my father came to visit, but this one particular day
that my mother came to visit he started hitting me in the head again.
This was one day that I was so happy to see my mother. She was
upset at what she saw and made it known to the Foster Mother. My
mother was speaking in tongues (cursing). To make a long story
short the young boy never hit me in the head again. My mother would
never know how much I loved her that day. Mothers protect their children in different ways. How has your mother protected you?