Mother, mom, ma, mamma, mommie, or mum…..I call my mother “mother”. So does my sister.  Our brothers call her “mom”. When I was younger, I called her “mommie”.

This past week when I was in Cracker Barrel, a framed quote caught my attention as I made my way through the gift shop to the restaurant. I loved it so much that I copied it down:

“Mother…she not only gives us life, she teaches our souls to sing”. How beautiful and oh so true, I thought to myself.

That passage reminded me of another quote hanging in my house. Several years ago, my sister, mother, and I were on our annual mother-daughter summer jaunt. After visiting the Field of Dreams in Dyersville, Iowa, we stopped at Country Junction Restaurant, a country-style restaurant and gift shop. My mother had given us spending money for a trip memento. I found the perfect gift to honor my mother, our trip, and our precious time together.

“All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother”—Abe Lincoln. The quote was embroidered on small pieces of red and tan gingham and displayed in a rustic frame.

Then we have the mother’s perspective in the following quotes: “Before you were conceived I wanted you. Before you were born I loved you. Before you were here an hour I would die for you. This is the miracle of love.”—Maureen Hawkins

“When you were small and just a touch away, I covered you with blankets against the cold night air. But now that you are tall and out of reach, I fold my hands and cover you with prayer.”—Dona Maddux Cooper

Today my mother is in Missouri, and I am in Florida. She is out of my reach to hug her and wish her a Happy Mother’s Day in person! I will do that by phone and through my card and gift. But when I go to bed tonight, I will fold my hands and cover her with prayer—“may God keep you safe and always in His loving embrace”.

Bountiful Blessings!