A Mother’s Memory
As part of my birthday joy, my oldest son let me preview his bulletin article that will be printed this coming Sunday. In it, he shares some memories he has of interactions in our backyard.
This was precious to me as it let me know I did some things right as a young mother … definitely not everything, but some things. As special as his memories were to read, I couldn’t help but think of Mary and the verses in Luke 2, one of which reads, “But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart..” (v.19)
That little boy, now a young man, has no idea how precious those memories of backyard songs are to me. But even more, he and his siblings have learned how to help others make beautiful memories and grow in faith.
Today, I turned 50, and my sweet children treated me like a queen all day, starting with chocolate chip pancakes in bed and ending with a surprise party with my church family. They recruited help from some of my closest friends, invited our spiritual family, and gave me yet another thing to treasure in my heart.
So today, I thank God. I thank Him for those children and the memories of times gone by, but also for those same children, now grown, working with their spiritual brothers and sisters to create even more.
Psalm 127:3: Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.
AUTHOR: Amber Tatum
