It occurred to me that flowers are like people; they play their intended role and then they fade and pass away. Mother’s Day is a special time for all of us to remember our mothers. Many of you were able to celebrate Mother’s Day with your mother. Perhaps you took her out to dinner to help ease some of the daily work that she routinely does for the family. Perhaps you called your mother who lives in a distance city to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. Or maybe, all you could do for your mother was to think about her and to remember what she had done for you.
When I was young, Mother’s Day commanded a special celebration in the church that our family attended. All mothers were recognized with a carnation; a white carnation for those women whose mother’s had passed away, or a red carnation to those women who mothers were still living.
My Mother’s mother passed away when my Mother was 29 years old. She never spoke much about her mother – only recounting to me that she was not a well women. Every memorial day, she would go to the cemetery where her mother was buried and placed a planted pot of flowers on her grave. It was a sad time as she would silently shed some tears as she remembered her mother.
My mother never drove a car and it was often my job to take her to where she wanted to go. We visited an elderly lady who at one time attended our church. This woman lived alone and was at the end of her life. My mother would go to take her some food, encourage her to get up out of her chair, and at least try to walk to the mailbox once a day if the weather was not too cold. I wondered why my Mother spent so much time and effort attending to this old woman, so I asked her. This dear old lady was the one who had taken care of my Mother’s mother when she was sick and dying.
It was a lesson that I never forgotten. Take time to return the kindness and love that someone else has given to you or your family. And isn’t this really the essence of Mother’s Day?