My mom often left nothing to wonder about when it came to the year photos were taken.
Though I'm not sure....it is possible that she was expecting me if this photo was taken in the summer of 1958. I wonder why she didn't add the month. :)
Having grown up in that house...
I know the window she is standing in front of and the climbing rose that she tucked herself in.
As a woman already years older than she is there....
I wonder what she felt like to carry her fifth child when she already had four boys to raise.
Was she even excited? I see a tired but beautiful woman.
She probably was already looking at the little white nighties and little blankets and making tiny patches where they had worn through.
If she was not excited...
I never heard about it.
I only heard stories of "victory" about the day I was born...
along with the similar stories of my brothers being born.
She was always thankful for the breath of life.
As a young girl I observed that there were moms who were strong.
They never seemed tired or worn out and were healthy and never weak.
I can't say that about my mom.
Maybe before I came along she was still full of energy but having a fifth child at 37 with a tight budget and a wringer washing machine and a treadmill sewing machine...
leaves me wondering how she managed.
She was in some ways rather fragile and when the house was cleaned up and the family of five was fed...
she was often tired.
Early this morning I was reading my Bible...
and I came across the verses found in Psalm 147 vs. 10 and 11. ESV
His delight in not in the strength of the horse,
nor the pleasure in the legs of a man,
but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him,
in those who hope in his steadfast love.
That was my mom. I know that God took pleasure in my Mom!
Today I am thankful for a mother who raised me in a way that I never expected I would be able to manage all of life's challenges in my own strength.
Her Bible was never far away from her and her hope was in the love of her Saviour.
It brings me joy today to remember my mother who was not just an okay example of motherhood but one who was all that God designed her to be.
Happy Mother's Day!
I loved that photo of your Mom Lovella. Sweet thoughts here this morning. Your mom loved and cared well for her family....though tender and weak...God gave her all she needed to do her task well. I saw often the love she had for you and the rest of her family.ReplyDelete
Happy Mothers Day to you my friend. Hugs!
Love this post and adore the photo. I have been reading a lot about the 1950s lately and she is dressed in the style and fashion of that day. Do you think she made the dress. And she is accessorized beautifully. Happy Day to you Lovella.ReplyDelete
Thank you! OH yes..she most definitely sewed her clothing. She made little suits for my brothers and I did not own a store bought dress until I was a teenager. I have no idea how she did it.Delete
Blessings to you this day!
Beautiful thoughts about your mom Lovella. Our moms did not live the pampered lives we are sometimes afforded. What a wonderful legacy to be raised by a woman who was close to her Savior...ReplyDelete
Happy Mother's Day.
That was a lovely tribute, Lovella. You mum will be smiling in heaven.ReplyDelete
So many beautiful tributes to mothers today and yours is wonderful. I always feel as if you are providing us another glimpse of your life and your mother's life.ReplyDelete
A lovely tribute Lovella, and such a beautiful photo of your mom. She looks like she had a calm and accepting outlook on life. I know how much you would love to treat her this Mother's Day. I know she is very proud of her daughter.ReplyDelete
Although you could not see your mom today, you honored her in a way that more of us could see her. That is a beautiful photo and isn't is special to know you were part of her life right there? Blessings on you as you keep her memory alive and follow in her footsteps in all godliness and wisdom. Hugs to you across the highway.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful Mother's Day tribute to your mom...and an encouragement to all moms to find their strength in the Lord!ReplyDelete
Lovella, this is particularly meaningful to me because I often feel tired and weak due to my physical limitations. And I wonder how that will affect my sons, who are always such good helpers due to the fact that there are things I cannot do. I wish they could know me as a younger, healthier, and stronger woman; they would be surprised that I did cartwheels and lifted things and rode the waves in the ocean! :-) Thank you for this encouraging post.ReplyDelete
This is a beautiful post and a beautiful picture. It sounds and looks as though her faithful life has born much fruit.ReplyDelete