Mother’s of Righteousness

a thread that runs through all of us reading these words is that we all have one. Some of us may even be one, those lucky ones will see this from many standards. Many of us will agree that these can also be called ladies of lore, many with seemingly unmitigated opportunities to provide and meet the needs of many, providing much, from sometimes limited resources.

They exhibit the patience of saints, provide neverending love and compassion while often being the brunt of harshness from the very persons they seek to serve. Each possess their own brand of beauty, eloquence, and stature, their oneness is whole.

Through the fountains of fear, frustrations and concerns, their opalescent light shines through every darkness. Most of the ones I have known take each setback in stride, rising above the pettiness and beyond reasonable constraints to somehow mitigate the failings of those around them. There is no comfort like a mother’s love.

I lost my mom this year and her spirit, enthusiasm, and guidance is sorely missed. The loss of your mom somehow equates to a personal metamorphosis. You no longer are a child with a mommy, but now are asked to carry the mantel of her spirit, enthusiasm and guidance forward. It is a revelation that is second to few.

Children can do no wrong in the eyes of their mom and her protection and defense of those shortcomings are fierce. Moms provide a definitive discipline that is one on one and tempered with an art of firm compassion. They mother indiscriminately, exhibiting and offering an umbrella of safety and comfort for all. Faced with a daily barrage of the intimidating, discouraging, frightening, overwhelming, disheartening, and demoralizing, they continue on, in supernatural strengths. Somehow this limited list of traits fails to even begin to honor them. The word daunting appropriately envelops them all but seems to diminish the individual importance or potentially debilitating effects, of each.

In this, the first holiday season since my mom’s passing her absence will no doubt hit very hard. We will try to carry on as before, but her smile and enigmatic character will leave a void. I suppose over time her memories will bring smile’s of satisfaction to those whom she has touched with unwavering grace and unique style. Our deep pit of longing will soon be filled with spirit coming from the mothers of righteousness