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!