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Thank You For Momming Me

Mom • ming  verb  The act of loving another human being in a profoundly beautiful, sacrificial way.

I have a mom.

She is extraordinary.

She’s easily one of the strongest, bravest, most selfless women I’ve ever met, and for the past 49 years I’ve been fortunate enough to have her in my life; caring for me, worrying about me, cooking for me, yelling at me, praying for me.

For a good portion of my childhood I was fairly oblivious to just how much she was doing, how hard she worked, how much she shouldered, how much she sacrificed to give me and my siblings a dream childhood.

I didn’t always realize how often she absorbed pain and difficulty and lack so that I didn’t have to.

Thankfully as I’ve gotten older, I’ve acquired the wisdom to see just how blessed I have been by her.

I now know the sweetest truth: In this life I have been wonderfully mommed.

Being mommed isn’t something you can really find adequate words for. It’s bigger than whatever language one might use.

It’s being loved and lifted and encouraged and challenged and cheered for. It’s having someone believe in you, fight for you, celebrate you, endure you, forgive you, and remember you—relentlessly.

When you are well mommed, you see yourself differently because you know that you are worth suffering for. You see life differently because you have big shoulders to stand upon. You see others differently because you’ve been shown how to look for the best in them.

So much of the goodness in my adult life can be traced directly back to the goodness sewn into me by my mother when I was a child; those countless quiet, ordinary moments when I was being covertly taught how to love someone more than yourself.

Being mommed isn’t about gender or age or biology though. It’s far greater than that, much deeper.

Some of us are mommed by someone else entirely than our biological mother; someone without the official title or genetic connection, but the result is the same: we are forever changed, beautifully altered by their steady presence.

Some of us are mommed by many people who do this most precious ministry throughout our lives with little or no fanfare; mentors, teachers, extended family members, and friends who decided that we were worth pouring into, losing sleep over, spending time with, loving well.

As Mother’s Day approaches, this is a note of gratitude to my mother and to all those heroic souls in our lives who allow us to experience the fullest expression of what unrelenting, sacrificial love can be on this earth.

From the bottom of our grateful, overflowing hearts—thank you for momming us so well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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