I wrote these on the second Mother’s Day without my Mama, because I still wanted to celebrate all that God had given me through her and the many others He placed in my life.
No matter where you find yourself, I am honoring who God made me to be through YOU!
They call me (honoring the influence of my single or childless friends)
They call me Mama. You call me Christina.
They call me Mama. You call me friend.
They call me Mama. You call me when you know I need you.
They call me Mama. You call me to a higher standard.
They call me Mama. You call me to remind me that I am still more than that.
Another Mother (honoring those who are in the trenches with me)
You are a mother with me for the next generation.
You are a mother with me of nieces, nephews and cousins.
You are a mother with me of future sons or daughter-in-laws.
You are a mother with me of ministers, doctors, teachers, daddies, mamas, mechanics, missionaries, writers, musicians and many other things God will call them to be.
You are a mother with me on the days they wear us out, wipe poop on something, or decide to flood something.
You are a mother with me when I am doing another load of dishes, doing another load of laundry, changing another diaper, answering another question over and over again and cleaning up another mess.
You are a mother with me when we are holding their hands, brushing their hair, singing songs to them, teaching them about Jesus and praying that God will save them and make them into so much more than we could ask or think.
You are the face of motherhood (honoring the Mamas ahead of me)
You are the face that watched me from a little girl grow into the woman I am now.
You are the face that spoke words of wisdom.
You are the face that loved me just the way I am.
You are the face that made me feel important and beautiful.
You are the face behind the door of your home you have always opened to me.
You are the face that gave me the gift of my friend.
You are the face that speaks correction when needed.
You are the face that loves my father well, and treats me as your own.
You are the face of the one who has worked quietly and unseen to make so many things wonderful for me.
You are the face that sees my children as the people God created them to be.
You are one of the faces that I saw on the day of my mother’s funeral when God reminded me that I will never be without motherly wisdom.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Because I wouldn’t be who I am today without you!
You bless my socks off!