MOTHER’S DAY- Honoring our mothers on this special day only reminds us of how privileged we are to be here. Furthermore, it should serve as a launch- pad for honoring them on a moment to moment basis forever. The amount of work, pain, strain and concern that mothers endure is monumental.
In light of that, Ginny and I have had the good fortune to be able to observe a pair of robins attending their nest with newly hatched young in a bush just out our kitchen window. When first hatched, the feeding chore seemed leisurely. However, during the last week or so, it has reached a frenzied pitch. Three yawning mouths stayed wide open constantly. Both mamma and papa worked feverishly throughout every daylight hour bringing worms and insects to those bottomless craters.
Finally, just this morning, we were privileged to observe one of the three exit the nest, stretch its wings repeatedly, preen repeatedly, and finally after two hours or so take flight onto a limb of an adjacent oak tree. The remaining one of the three was up and sitting on the nest rim constantly chirping for another worm which was readily obliged by both parents. Unfortunately, we missed the exit of the first one from the nest.
I am certain as I am sitting in this chair, that those parents combined made well over one hundred feeding trips to their nest daily—such was their dedication. In addition, I was able to observe that both parents seemed to shrink in size by at least thirty percent—their work ethic and dedication was so strenuous.
We have two vegetable gardens and are constantly working the dirt for one reason or another—planting, weeding etc. Robins are everywhere, and they will run up to within three to four feet to grab an unearthed worm with seemingly no fear nor hesitation. I’m guessing we have at least ten to fifteen nesting pairs nearby, and they all have been exhibiting the same behavior.
Now lets get back to human mothers. I’ll grant you its much less trying in modern times having a baby and raising a child from convenience standpoint. In addition the pain of labor and childbirth has been reduced for most my modern medicine—its still no picnic.
Can you imagine what life was like in Jesus’ time— living in shacks and caves, dirt roads, no electricity, no automobiles, no convenience of any kind. How miserable attempts at personal hygiene must have been, to say nothing of a baby’s alimentary needs.
I can relate to that—that’s exactly how I and my five brothers were raised. I look back and reminisce about those days—I wonder how we ever made it. I can tell you how—my mother and father were as dedicated and determined as any pair of robins you’ll ever see. They worked their ‘fingers to the bone’.
So, in light of that, I am eternally grateful for my mother and father. It was through their encouragement, and by observing their dedication, drive and work ethic that we, each in turn, became educated and somewhat prosperous. Furthermore, we each made significant contributions to society—-thank you, thank you, thank you mom—you showed us how to do it.
Let it be known, my mom was /is special to me—I trust your mom is just as special. Motherhood is an innate instinct instilled in us by our creator. That creator, with his Perfect Rarionality (the esence of God), made no mistake. How grateful should we be!!!
Thank you Lord God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit (Will of God), for my mom and for your perfection. Amen.
If you would like clarification and extension of ‘God’s Perfect Rationality’, please read my two little books Wilderness Cry, and Peace in Spirituality.
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