Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day

As I get older, I realize how much I appreciate my mom. I have always thought she was pretty amazing but as I gain more experience with my own children, I develop an even greater appreciation for her.

In honor of her and mothers every where, I would like to share a talk that Seth gave the last Sunday we lived in our Sandy ward, 5 years ago.


I was really struggling with this talk. Mothers are a difficult subject. And not just because women are generally difficult to understand.

It’s that motherhood is such a noble job that to speak of it casually would really be off the mark. But at the same, I don’t want to boast it so much that people can’t take me seriously.

I knew I didn’t want to tell stories of my own mother, or of my wife, or of other mothers I have known personally. It’s not that the stories don’t exist, nor that all these people aren't wonderful. But these personal stories just won’t have the same meaning for you that they do for me. And I really don’t want to trample on those feelings by trying to publicize them to an audience that can’t fully connect. In other words, I don't want to bore you.

So I was really having a hard time. Fortunately, and fittingly, my mother saved me on this one. I mentioned to her that I would be speaking. Without prompting, she made a suggestion for the content of my talk. She wanted me to tell the mothers that they are OK just the way they are, and not to be so hard on themselves.

We then talked about how on Mother’s Day we will often hear amazing stories of amazing women doing amazing things. We praise the title and immortalize the individuals who have held it.

We do this with good intentions and to honor mothers all around. However, for the normal mother sitting in the audience--the one without a story to equal those just heard--the message is clear: You’re not doing a very good job.

Let me tell you today that you are. You are doing a wonderful job. You are doing a difficult job. And if it means anything, I personally justify your every failure. And I know that through the Atonement, God is also willing to. He loves you as you are. And He is pleased with you for even deciding to give it a try.

You are all so wonderful, without needing to do this or that differently. Kids are HARD to raise. Homes are hard to maintain. Husbands aren't always very helpful. Sometimes they just make it harder. Add to that additional roles in the community, church, and sometimes work. The enormous task that remains can only be described with one word: Mother.

Let me share with you a quick story from President Spencer W. Kimball which illustrates how loved you are, without needing to do anything fancy:

“At a distant conference, my plane brought me to the city many hours early. The stake president met me at the airport and took me to his home. Having important work to do, he excused himself and returned to his work. With the freedom of the house, I spread my papers on the kitchen table and began my work. His wife was upstairs sewing. In mid-afternoon, there came an abrupt entry through the front door and a little fellow came running in, surprised to see me. We became friends; then he ran through the rooms calling, ‘Mother.’ She answered from upstairs, ‘What is it, darling?’ and his answer was, ‘Oh, nothing.’ He went out to play.

“A little later another boy came in the front door calling, ‘Mother, Mother.’ He put his school books on the table and explored the house until the reassuring answer came from upstairs again, ‘Here I am, darling,’ and the second one was satisfied and said, ‘Okay,’ and went to play. Another half hour and the door opened again and a young teenager moved in, dropped her books, and called, ‘Mother.’ And the answer from upstairs, ‘Yes, darling,’ seemed to satisfy and the young girl began practicing her music lesson.

“Still another voice later called, ‘Mother,’ as she unloaded her high school books. And again the sweet answer, ‘I am up here sewing, darling,’ seemed to reassure her. She tripped up the stairs to tell her mother the happenings of the day. Home! Mother! Security! Just to know Mother was home. All was well.” (Spencer W. Kimball, Faith Precedes the Miracle, pp. 117–18.)

Your children love you for all that you do. Your husbands love you too. And God loves you, just as you are.

1 comment:

mommaquincy said...

You are such a great mom!