Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Confessions of a 90-year-old Mother's Daughter

Everytime I read and receive greetings about mothers and Mother's Day, I couldn't help but feel awkward and embarrassed. Firstly because I am far from being the godly woman described in Proverbs 31: 10-31. Secondly, because I have been guilty of defying God's command in Ephesians 6:1. 

Last Sunday, as it has always been every Mother's Day in the past years, our church honored all mothers present during the service. I felt my heart crushing as I joined the other ladies who were called to occupy the first few rows of pews. Yes, I managed to smile and greet back all who greeted me, though deep within my heart was crumbling in humiliation. 

Surprisingly, our Pastor didn't preach about the Proverbs 31 woman. Instead, he expounded on the first nine verses of Proverbs 31. These verses talk about King Lemuel's lessons of chastity and temperance, lessons he learned from his own mother.

I confess I haven't been a good daughter during my childhood and teenage years. I am no exception to delayed obedience and other antics or offenses children commit against their mothers (parents). I would make studying or doing my homework a good excuse for not doing household chores. I would miss meals if not allowed to attend parties during and after graduating from high school. Today, human that I am, I lose my patience with my 90-year old mother's forgetfulness, especially when she asks the same questions over and over again, everytime she misses her medicines. It irates me when she confuses night with day, when she would repeatedly ask where we've been or where we are going and when she gets up from bed several times at night to take a look if everybody has arrived home.

How I hate myself for losing my patience and reacting negatively to all these changes my mother is normally going through. Praises to God for His own patience, forgiveness and saving work of grace in my life through the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ, without which all my sins would unceasingly haunt me to death. 

Here is a photo of my mother in her early years.

Well, my mother was literally my first teacher. Not only did she teach me my ABC in first grade, she also taught me how to read musical notes, do mathematical operations using decimals, run a sewing machine and dress a chicken even before my other teachers in grade school did. Best of all, she inspired me to fall in love with a classic and special craft that has caused me to constantly chase the rainbow. Click this link to read why. Oh, but don't forget to get back here to claim your Mother's Day treat! 

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