What Kind of Mother Do/Did You Have?

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Originally Posted by Tina

I have always had a great relationship with my mom. I believe that God blessed me with the best mother in the world.

I was raised in an apostolic church from the time I was 5 years old. She has lived the life before me, and been a wonderful Christian example to me. I haven't always been what I should be, but Mom was always there to support me-- and to pray for me until I was back where I needed to be.

I want to be more like my Mom.

I could tell you all kinds of stories about when I was a kid, and different things that my mom did, times that I know she went without things for herself so that all her children could have something special. Lots of us could tell those kinds of things about our moms.

There's one thing that really sticks out in my mind as the most unselfish thing that my mother ever did for her children.

On the day before my brother's wedding-- the entire family had gone to stay overnight in Nashville to be there for the wedding rehearsal. Before we left for Nashville, my mom's mother had been put in the hospital with an infection- at the time they weren't sure what was going on, but they had put her on IV antibiotics. My mom's sister was keeping her updated on Grandmother's condition by cell phone.

After the wedding rehearsal and we'd all gone back to our motel rooms-- my mother received a call from her sister, saying that Grandmother had slipped into a coma. Mom called each of our motel rooms and asked us to pray.

The next morning, we all got ready--went out to breakfast and went over to the church for the wedding. When the wedding was over and my brother and his wife left the church-- the rest of the family left and came back to bring a bunch of wedding gifts back to the house where my brother and his wife were going to live. When we got everything unloaded and put into the house-- my mother just sat down on the couch and put her face in her hands. I knew what had happened.. It was then that I first found out that her mother had died that morning-- just minutes before the wedding started Mom had received the call.

I don't know how my mom held it together that day-- I'm sure that God comforted her more than we ever could have anyway. I know I would have been falling apart, but Mom didn't. She kept that phone call to herself until all the day's festivities were over and we were all back at home. I asked her why she didn't let some of us know sooner, so that we could be there for her. She said she didn't want my brother and his wife to have such news to put a damper on their wedding day. In fact, they didn't even tell my brother that grandmother had died until he returned from his honeymoon a couple of days later.

Awesome Tina.... there really are no words.....thanks for sharing.....