Mothers…..

Musick-al note # 1

Little girls  it is said, are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.  By the time all the sugar and spice have worn off, they become mothers and all they have left is everything nice, but that lasts forever. ‘Mother’, in any country of the world; in any language known to mortal man; is by far the most beautiful and meaningful distinction that a mortal can know.  She has in her power the means by which to make us as babes feel safe from all harm.  She can by a simple touch of the hand, cause pain and suffering to subside.  When we feel that everything in the world has gone against us, a word or a smile from Mother renews our faith in life and our fellowman.  Yet she is just someone who is always there when we need her.  She is just a part of the house; another fixture, until we need something mended or want to find something we have lost.

Mothers cook, clean, wash, mend, dream, punish, wheedle, improvise, cajole and make things go twice as far as a man could. Children are what they read to, listen for, play with, watch over, think about, pray for, worry with, do without for and brag to the neighbors about.  A bobby pin, scotch tape and Band-Aids are Mother’s kit of tools, intuition is her college degree, and a new hat is her Declaration of Independence.

All mothers, from the Arctic Circle to the equator, have the reputation of being wonderful cooks.  The older we become and the farther we wander, the more convinced we are that nobody anywhere can make quite as good an apple pie as a Mother.  Mothers are patient souls.  Immensely blessed are all of us that a mother’s heart is as boundless as the universe itself.

Therefore, at this time of the year when we memorialize Motherhood by setting aside a special day in May for recognition of our Mothers, both living and dead, let us offer a prayer of thanksgiving to God for His thoughtfulness in creating so wonderful a gift to mankind —- Mother

            Gordon Musick