In which is a “thank you” for mom

by Craig on May 8, 2012


Since my mom left this earth, I’ve always “remembered” her on her birthday, not Mother’s day. Because of Ann, this year, I’ll “remember” her…twice.

A wise mom is “wisdom”.

Psalm 14 is about wisdom…
and at least in its very first verse…
it describes wisdom as a mom.

“Wisdom [a wise mom] builds her house…”

I haven’t known marriage yet.
But mom, you knew two…
both were so tortuous for you…
the second crueler than the first.

But as heartrending as both were, you still “built your house”. You were the heart of home.

You were the marshmallow of the Rice Krispy treats…


…and all the sprinkles on top.

Without you there to bring the love, there would have been none, because the first man you married, abandoned us, and the second one is, to this day, still incapable of loving.

And I think of how the “house” you built…defied the odds…and came to be.

You chose to keep me although you had no husband, and were already a single mother in the 1960s, long before it became fashionable. With all the fingers that pointed at you, wearing the 60’s version of a scarlet “A” upon your chest, you “built your house”, kept your family together.

And for the rest of this…
and for the first time ever…
I see you, Mom, through the eyes of Proverbs 31.

My earliest memories are of you making sure we had breakfast, had a way to school, and also a place to go to after school, because you were a single mom in Brooklyn and a working mom in Manhattan. You made sure we had the love of family around us, when you couldn’t be.

Proverbs 31:12 says that a woman brings “income” to her husband.
But you had no husband. The income you provided was for us.

We were poor, but we didn’t feel poor…
because every day you brought home love…
you provided “income” much greater than money.

“All her charges are doubly clothed.” (Proverbs 31:21)

Those were the happiest times of my childhood.

I didn’t need a father. I didn’t want a father. But in love, you provided a father, without knowing how dangerous a 5 year old boy knew he was, but couldn’t tell you.

I don’t forgive you for that.
There’s nothing to forgive.
Everything you did…
you did for love.

And I wouldn’t have had my two younger brothers whom I love, or a baby sister, whom I cherish.

So it’s ok.

And I can’t stop here, but I will…for today…because you have things to do.

I know I’m in the middle of The Best Bible Verse Ever Tournament…

but that hits the shelf for a few posts…

so I can say thank you…

to my mom.

But one post isn’t enough…

Hope you don’t mind.

Linking with Ann, who is a mom’s mom..


{ 8 comments… read them below or add one }

Sherrey Meyer May 8, 2012 at 11:21 am

Visiting from Ann’s after linking up today. Enjoyed your gift to your mom today. She must have been a wonderful woman, and it is evident you loved her very much.


Craig May 8, 2012 at 12:28 pm

thank you and welcome Sherrey, I’ll be by to read you soon – promise. and I know – almost everybody with at least a normal mom thinks they’re a saint – but I really do think that she gave so much of herself, maybe too much, maybe didn’t leave enough for herself. She was – and IS (since she’s with our Lord) a wonderful woman – even more wonderfuller now ツThank you again, and God bless and keep you.


Martha Orlando May 8, 2012 at 4:01 pm

Craig, your post today had me tearing up . . . what a beautiful and loving woman, your dear mother. I want to hear more about her, so will be anxiously awaiting your next post, my friend.
Blessings to you!


Craig May 8, 2012 at 6:56 pm

Martha, thank you. My mom had a tough life, from nearly the beginning all the way up till the end. She had five kids she loved, but those fathers…those fathers…

Blessings to you to my friend.


Cora May 8, 2012 at 6:08 pm

I wish I could have known your Mom, Craig. You inspired me to write my own post today about my Mom. Can’t wait to read the rest of your story. Thank you for writing this!


Craig May 8, 2012 at 7:05 pm

Cora, my mom was a petite little firecracker – all of 5 foot tall – MAYBE – on a good day. She was loving. She was tough. Anyway, thank you. God bless and keep you my friend.


Darnly May 8, 2012 at 6:56 pm

What a moving post. I went and read the other one you linked to. God certainly has used your suffering for His glory as you write about Him and His Word. You bless many and it is only through suffering that the greatest lessons are taught…and then there will be Heaven…for eternity with Jesus. PTL. God bless.


Craig May 8, 2012 at 7:19 pm

Darnly, I’m on twitter all the time – today I tweeted a quote by Seneca, a Greek philosopher who lived and taught right around the time of the apostles. He actually mirrors a lot of what Paul wrote – and was just about as close to Christian in his thinking as you can get – without being one. Some of those Greek philosophers were near the kingdom of God – anyway, the quote was, “A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.” it’s kind of what you said. But what he misses out on – what both you and I know, is that it’s not necessarily the friction – it’s the God who uses the friction, and us being open to his touch. And as you say, “then there will be heaven.” God bless and keep you Darnly. ツ


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