I want to share a story with you about a mother and the lengths she went to for her children. It is a powerfully moving tale of what defines a true mother and how they do it all for their families and children.
A mother of two finds herself in a failed marriage. The stresses endured from such an unloving father/husband figure was too much to bare. She makes the hard decision to leave this negative situation with the thought of doing what is best for her children. As hard as that is for this mother she takes the bold leap to unchain herself and her children from this toxic environment. With little in the way of financial means she heads out to make the best life possible for her family. The money part never was noticed by the children, the struggles both emotional and financial were never made present to them due to the kindness and love that was showered on them from this remarkable mother. She would go to great lengths to ensure the children’s comfort at the expense of her own. It was said she would prepare breakfasts for them in the early mornings before they had to head off to school and that she would take the extra effort to set out sleeping bags in their living room and carry them to another warm comforting place to start the day. The tired kids had no idea they were being carried to these soft warm sleeping bags to ease them into a day that would start with an overwhelming sensation of unconditional love. They did not need to know. What this mother was doing was seeping into the subconsciousness of the young children’s minds. They were seeing love in action and did not even realize it. This type of love and compassion was the everyday norm for this mother. She might not have even realize what she was doing, perhaps guided by a higher power, perhaps being directed by Gods love, but the result was clear…love in abundance.
Another story that has been told of this amazing mom was how creative she would be with the limited resources at her disposal. During the Christmas season she would play a game with her children that they absolutely adored. She had bought or perhaps was given this magic little blonde haired elf…one straight from Santa workshop. It was said that this magic little elf was there to keep an eye on the children and the mother to ensure they were being well behaved. There to ensure that if they were they would enjoy the happiest of Christmas’s year after year. This magic little elf would move about their small apartment on a daily basis and the children were always on the look out for him as they felt so special that the elf had singled them out to watch over. One day he would appear sitting atop a wall clock or perhaps lounging across a door ledge or window sill. Everyday without fail this magic little elf was taking new posts to gain a different perspective and keep a watchful eye on this family. The children started to notice this pattern, that their little friend was not going to be where he was the previous day. They would wake from the nights sleep and race to find where his new post would be. It was like a contest between the children to see who could find him first and they absolutely loved it. First thing in the morning, first thing in the afternoon or evening when they would return home from school or day care the hunt was on. It was not until years later that the children realized that the magic in this elf was the mothers love. She would move him as often as she could undetected to create this illusion of magic and wonderment. With all the struggles this mother had to deal with the power of love overcame it all…and to this day it is LOVE that is driving every decision in this mothers life.
The impact of this mothers love was handed down to her daughter, much like traditions are. The daughter is now a mother of her own. Providing abundant and unconditional love based on the love that her mother had given her. She is now creating the magic in that same little blonde haired elf from the north pole. She is now ensuring that her children are in a constant state of warmth and compassion. This amazing gift of love that God has given us humans was not lost on the next generation of this family and I doubt that it will end as long as their is a mother to pass on the love to a child.
I am very pleased to say that this amazing mother is my own. And happy to say as well that the current generation that is carrying the torch is my amazing sister. I love them both with all my heart even though I struggle to show it.