Today Is June Fourth

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Which also happens to be my Mother's birthday. Twenty nine years ago (give or take) she tumbled down from Heaven and started her earthly journey. It hasn't been an easy road for her, in fact it's been downright rocky. But, she keeps going. She's been knocked down, she's been torn down, she's been built back up piece by piece. She's found true love, the deep enduring kind you read about in fairy tales, and married her Prince going on 40 years ago - pretty remarkable when you remember she is only 29, isn't it? She birthed four children and somehow made it through their childhoods (my teenage years alone probably qualify her for Sainthood). She nursed my Grandparents, opened her home to my brother when he was down and out, tended her grandbabies, weathered a heart problem that almost took her life, and still she is smiling. If I told you her life story, you would be amazed she is still standing - but it is not my story to tell.

My story started because of her, though, because she chose to overcome. Because she decided that she was not a product of what happened to her. Because she faced her demons and won. Her battle isn't over - she still struggles - but she is winning.

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
Her candle goeth not out by night.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.

Happy Birthday, Mom. I hope this makes up for not getting a present in the mail on time.

Comments

Heather said…
Your mom does always have a smile on her face! That's so cool that we are both turning 29!!
10:35 AM
Anonymous said…
You are sooooooooooo in trouble for the last present, but she'll be over it before the moment she catches the first glimpse of your kidlets in a few weeks. Actually, she is way beyond it just thinking of them :)
11:30 PM
Anonymous said…
I meant LATE present, not last: too much Mickey time ;)
11:31 PM
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