How often on days such as these we pay tributes to Mothers...wonderful poems and messages that touch our hearts and bring tears to our eyes...for Mothers are so precious to us.
But this morning, my thoughts wander a bit...from the love of a child for his mother...to the love of a mother for her child. This all started with the orchid.
I was finishing up some laundry yesterday afternoon when my mother and father arrived. In my mother's arms was a beautiful orchid.She had remembered an off-handed comment that I had made a very long time ago when we were in the grocery store (they had beautiful orchids for sale). I remarked on their beauty and how I had never thought about getting one because I wasn't sure if I could keep it alive, and besides, they were so expensive...but weren't they just beautiful! A little comment made such a long time ago...and she remembered.
With a big grin on such a little woman she cried, "Happy Mother's Day!"
Do children ever truly realize the depth of the love a parent has for them? Perhaps we do, when we have children of our own. But sometimes,even then, I don't think we get the connection.
Do we truly realize the love of a Father who would send his son to die for us?
Oh, that I may not be so caught up in the things of this world that I will ever forget the depths of a parent's love.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma...I love you so.
