A Mother's Love Never Wanes

That is a picture from my high school yearbook, of my mother handing me my diploma, or actually shoving it into my clavicle. My mother was on the school board, so she was allowed to personally present my diploma to me. I was 17 and my mother was 44. That was 40 years ago, so that would make my mother 84; and it would make me no longer 17.

Let me tell you a bit about my mother: She met my father when they were co-presidents of the Christian Association at the University of Pennsylvania. After graduating from Penn, she spent a year doing student Christian work in Iowa with the Danforth Foundation. She is a "Danny Grad" for any of you who know what that is.

She has always had a strong faith. In 1999, she was run over by a car. As she lay there in the street, with the car on top of her leg, she pounded the pavement in pain. I would have been screaming. The driver of the car got out of the car, and my mother calmly told him to get back in the car and drive off her leg. When she arrived at the emergency room, they told her they did not think they could re-attach her foot. Her leg had been almost completely severed above the ankle. She told them to re-attach it. They did, but they told her she would not regain use of her foot. In time, she wiggled her toes. Over the months of rehab, time and time again, they told her what she could not do and she refused to listen.

They told her she would never get out of a wheelchair. So she walked with a walker. They said she would always use a walker; she progressed to two canes. They said that was the best she would be able to do. She progressed to one cane. They told her she would use a cane for the rest of her life. Then she lost her cane.

Can you finish the story?

That's my mom. When asked, she said, "It just never occurred to me that I wouldn't walk again."

Yeah, when I grow up, I want to have faith like hers.

Ah, but this blog is about a mother's love. Or more specifically, my mother's love.

When I was about 6, I found a baby bird and brought it inside. I wanted to save it and didn't know what to do. Because of our dogs and cats, we couldn't have a bird just sitting on the counter! So my mother did what any mother would do. Ahem. She dumped the contents of the tall kitchen waste basket onto the floor. I placed my little charge inside. As Mom and I were trying to figure out what to feed this baby bird, the doorbell rang. It was our new pastor, visiting us to get to know his new congregants! My mother then spoke words that I have to believe had never been spoken before, nor will ever be spoken again: "Please pardon the trash on the floor, but there is a bird in our waste basket."

My mother didn't believe in birthday parties. "It is rude to invite guests and have them bring a gift." So we had Halloween parties. We had them in the cellar. And she let us paint on the walls. Yes, she let us paint on the walls. Yes, using real paint. Fifty years later, when she sold our beloved Windy Hill Farm, there were still pumpkins and bats and witch hats painted on the cellar walls.

She carried that "No gift-bringing parties" theme through to include my wedding shower. She had a "White Elephant" wedding shower for me. No one was allowed to bring anything new. They were instructed to bring something they no longer used or wanted. One lady brought something that was obviously newly store-bought, and my mom gave it back to her and wouldn't let her give it to me. I got THE coolest stuff at that shower. WAY cooler stuff than I got at the 2 other bridal showers I was given!

I wrote a blog, "Never Underestimate What God Can Do ~ Or How He Does It", in which I cited the time she broke speed records to get to me when I called her from college and said simply, "I'm so sick".

Yesterday I had either one of the worst migraines of my life; or a very bad migraine with a stomach virus to boot. All I know for sure is that someone had bisected my skull with an axe and left it there; I was so dizzy I couldn't sit up; and I was throwing up.

Kirk was at a doctor's appointment and I called for Mom. She couldn't find me at first because she didn't expect me to be in bed at that time of day! I said, "I'm so sick" and she immediately went into Mom Mode. She held my hand just like when I was a kid. When I knew I was going to be sick, she helped me crawl to the bathroom. I collapsed on the floor and just asked for a bucket. She got me a bowl, and got down on her hands and knees, all 84 years old of her, and held my hair back while I threw up. Then she helped me back into bed and rubbed my back. Then she went over and sat next to the bed, in the dark, in case I needed her.

When Kirk got home, she left me in his care, and went and made chicken soup from scratch. Best chicken soup I've had in decades. That's my mom. Perhaps her memory is not what it used to be. But her mother's love hasn't waned one iota.

Joyce Bethy Ferguson @bethy ·

I am in two minds as to whether commenting or not commenting is the right thing to do, simply because I do not want to detract from what is absolutely beautiful.

This is beautiful.

K Reynolds @kreynolds ·

I count it a great privilege to have met your beautiful and amazing mother a few years ago.

Blessings!

K :princess:

Tina Edwin @tinaesanil ·

Awesome. No words. It is awesome.
Sep 6th was my mothers 12th death anniversary. God gave u as my mother my mentor. my everything. Never we have met. But we r close in Christ.
God bless u mom.
Love u always.

Kirk M @blessings2you ·

As I have told "mom" many times, I am much closer to her than I was to my own mother. Mom is an amazing woman who has stood through more in this life than any woman should have to endure, yet she keeps smiling and asking what she can do for anyone in need. What a beautiful tribute to mom and I am so thankful she is staying here at least for a little while and maybe a long while. Thanks for writing this wonderful blog.
Kirk

Les Braswell @doneuntotheleast ·

blest,

Could not agree more with what Bethy said above ... absolutely lovely!

In Him,
Les

Sandy Brooks @poodlelady ·

What an Awesome Mom God blessed you with!

Ashley Heath @ashleyheath ·

I want to grow up to be like your mom! What a beautiful and Inspirational story! Thank you for that Beth!

Ashley Heath @ashleyheath ·

I want to grow up to be like your mom! What a beautiful and Inspirational story! Thank you for that Beth!

Barbra Lambert @enje25 ·

I... LOVE... the photo of you and your mother; and I want to thank you for sharing this story about your remarkable mother.

"She got me a bowl, and got down on her hands and knees, all 84 years old of her, and held my hair back while I threw up. Then she helped me back into bed and rubbed my back. Then she went over and sat next to the bed, in the dark, in case I needed her."

Oh, how this exemplifies "a Mother's love."

A beautiful story of a beautiful person that will remain in every reader's :heart: ... and oh, to have a taste of her chicken soup made from scratch!

-enje