Mother's Day Reflection


Mother’s Day 2017


I am writing to you on this Mother’s Day with my thoughts about motherhood. This is to all the children and the mothers. Please reflect on these thoughts on this Mother’s Day. Pass it on if it is helpful.

Everybody has a mother.

A mother is equated to love. A mother’s heart bleeds for her child. A mother will never forget her child. That is why in scripture it says,

"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!”  Isaiah 49: 15

When two mothers approached King Solomon, both claiming the child as hers, then the wise king tested their real love by offering to divide the child equally between the two mothers, then the real mother answered,

“Then the woman whose child was the living one spoke to the king, for she was deeply stirred over her son and said, "Oh, my lord, give her the living child, and by no means kill him."” 1 Kings 3: 26

God’s love is like that of a mother hen protecting her children under her wings,

“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.” Luke 13: 34

Mary, the mother of Jesus is revered by Christians and her mother’s heart pleads for her children. That is why Orthodox and Catholic churches seek the prayer through Mary, the blessed Mother to intercede for the faithful.

A mother will always be thinking about her child even when he or she is old.

She will be praying for her child all the time.

She will be worrying about the child and can sense if the child is in danger.

She will be risking her life for the child, prepared to die for him or her.

She knows the strengths and weaknesses of her child.

She is also a human being with her own strengths and weaknesses, but with full of love for her children and her husband.

How can we respond to that love? Just like we respond to God.

Always show respect with love. Love in the heart needs to be expressed in words and deeds.

It is a good Hindu tradition to see children bend down and touch the feet of the mother when they come home. They address their mother as Mathaji, a term of love and respect.

Let our response be kind and gracious. Even when you may not agree with your mother she means well for you. Our words need to be gentle not hurting.

She does not need much except the love that you show.

Remember her often in spite of your busy life. More than material things, if you give her a call when you take a break that would give her joy.

Always have a thankful heart.

Take care of her in her old age as she took care of her children when they were vulnerable and weak. Jesus on the cross, made sure that his mother was taken care. He entrusted her to the care of his beloved disciple, John before he died.

Pray for her every day as she prays for you.

I found this from an e-mail recently:

*Let her take her time*

When she takes her time to drink a barely warm cup of tea, let her. She's given her time to cook your meal and serve it to you before she sat to drink her tea.

When she takes time to select a dish from the menu, let her. Every day, for every meal she has prepared she has given her time to think about what to make, how much, and for whom.

When she takes time to dress up to go out with you, let her. She has given her time to make sure that your ironed clothes are in their place and knows better than you, where your socks are. She has dressed up her child thoughtfully, to look like the most smartly dressed up child around.

When she takes time to watch TV mindlessly, let her. She is only half concentrating and has a clock ticking in her head. As soon as it's nearing dinner time, you'll see her disappear to get things ready.

When she takes time to serve you breakfast, let her. She has kept aside the burnt toast for herself and is taking the time to serve her family the nicest ones she could manage.

When she takes time after her tea to just sit by the window and stare into nothingness, let her. It's her life, she's given you countless hours of her life. Let her take a few minutes for herself.

She's rushing through her life, giving chunks of her time whenever needed, wherever needed. Don't rush her more than she rushes herself don’t push her harder than she pushes herself.

Just another woman.


James achen