Stories/Tributes
Here are a few tributes that were sent to us. (They are also included in our book "Celebrating Motherhood.") If you would like to send in a tribute to your mother, or motherhood story, you may do so under the "submissions" link.
Tribute to Aunt Lu
I would like to pay tribute to my "Mom" not Mother. My Mother's sister raised my sister and I from age five until we left home and got married. My "Mother" left us at my grandparent's one weekend and didn’t return for us until four years later. As it so happened, we were involved in an auto accident and Grandpa and Grandma were not able to leave the hospital, so
Aunt Lu and Dave came and took us in. We went to live with them and they enrolled us in school.She was
not my mother by birth, but she raised us and loved us as her own.
She is Grandma to my kids. She instilled in me a love for music
and I feel I owe her for my persistence in getting out my first
children's CD. I remember she walked us to school the first week.
We were walking home the second day of the second week and we saw her
following behind, making sure we knew the way home and were safe.
She has been
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A Flowered Dress
When I was in the sixth grade, it was the day of our “special 6th
grade luncheon.” My mother, who sewed all my clothes, made a
pretty flowered dress for me to wear. It had a tie belt with
little daisies sewn on it. Right before the lunch, the belt came
undone. My teacher called my mom. We lived about a half mile from
the school and I would either walk or ride my bike. We only had
one family car and my dad used it for work. (This was 1960-1961).
My mother, who I had never seen at my school before that day, nor after
that day, rode my sister’s bike to the school to sew my dress. I
have always held that as a very special example of a mother’s love.
She is 84 years old and still lives in her own apartment about seven
minutes from our house.
Deborah
An Amazing Woman
My mother is an amazing woman, she was able to raise 5 children while working full time and now she has 3 grandchildren. Amazingly enough she still has time for all of us and she always dedicates time for each of us individually. Mum was always the first one up and the last one to go to bed. I will always remember my mother for her kindness and giving nature. She gives help to those around her unconditionally. I will forever be thankful to my mother for teaching me everything that I know and one day I hope to be as great to my children as she has been to me!
Yanci Montes
Legacy of a Praying Mother
Sending this tribute sends tears to my eyes, because I miss my mom so
much! My mom died, six and a half years ago, of cancer. I'm
only 33 and feel like I still need my mom. Sometimes I wonder why
God took her away so early in her life and in mine. However, what
I do cherish is good memories of my mom.
My mom was my best friend. There wasn't a
day that passed by that we didn't talk to one another, either in person
or on the phone. If my mom didn't call me, I wondered why.
At the end of her life this happened more and more because the cancer
had metastasized in her brain and she could no longer remember my phone
number.
My mom was always making us laugh; she had a
silly way about her and took life lightly. However, when life got
serious, you knew that mom was down on her knees praying for you.
Very often, she was up in the middle of the night praying for either
myself or one of my siblings. When we weren't living at home she would
say to us, "God woke me up at such and such a time last night to pray
for you, so what happened at that time?" Very often it was exactly
the time that we needed prayer the most.
My mom left behind the legacy of a praying
mother. I feel at times as though my mom's prayers are living on
today. There are times now that I am woken in the middle of the
night to pray for matters in my own children's lives, or even for
matters of my own (it is nearly 3:00 am now, God woke me for a
date with him tonight again). May this legacy be passed down to my
own children as well.
--Rhonda Derksen--
