As Mother’s day nears it got me thinking about how the older I get, the more I find myself becoming my mother. I think it first starts when you have children of your own. You start to hear yourself say some of the same things that she said to you when you were a kid.
As you continue to age you not only find yourself sounding like her but you start to look like her too! Now for me this was the real kicker because I always looked more like my dad…skin tone, facial features, hair, eyes, etc. Both my mom and my mother’s mother, Nana, had the kinkiest curliest hair you ever saw. My hair always had body and some wave but I would never have even used the adjective “curly”. I was thankful that I never had their hair. All my hair fell out with chemo treatments and when it grew back in this year, it was curly! I now have my mother’s hair!
Is becoming your mother a bad thing? I guess that would all depend upon who your mother is. In my case, it is truly a compliment if I have indeed become my mother. You see, my mother is giving, compassionate, and humble. She loves the Lord and is a prayer warrior. She would do anything for anyone. Right now she is recovering from some physical problems and has been sidelined. It is killing her to have my dad and other people do things for her and to be on the receiving end of things. She is in her element when she can be helping someone else. From the time I was little to the present there is hardly a holiday that I can remember where we didn’t have at least one non-relative guest sitting at the table with us. In her 70′s now she is still bringing a group to a nursing home monthly to visit with the patients.
The strange thing is Nana was all of these things. She was such a pillar that when my mother became a grandmother to my daughter, she didn’t want to be called “Nana” because there was only one “Nana” and I think she didn’t feel like she could live up to that. Nana always saw the good in everyone and rarely spoke negatively about anything or anyone. Now I see that my mother became her mother!
I see this as a legacy being transferred from one generation to another. Timothy had this legacy. “That precious memory triggers another: your honest faith—and what a rich faith it is, handed down from your grandmother Lois to your mother Eunice, and now to you!” (2 Timothy 1:5 MSG) I hope and pray that I can leave as valuable a legacy to my children even if they don’t end up with curly hair! Nichole Nordeman sings a song called “Legacy.” You can listen to it here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KEe-dA3a4M
The chorus says:
“ I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy “
I feel blessed that God chose to give me my earthly mother. I can think of no higher compliment than “becoming my mother” although my husband may disagree…ha ha. Happy Mother’s Day Mom! I love you!