Dear Sisters and Brothers –
Many of you are probably too young to remember Erma Bombeck. In addition to being a wife and mother, she was an astute observer of life and gifted writer, having columns in hundreds of newspapers in the U.S. and Canada. My mother read her column every morning; she loved seeing her own life through Erma’s eyes because the author could see humor and wisdom in the simplest moments of everyday life that often missed our distracted gaze.
In her book, When God Created Mothers, Erma had God and an angel discussing the creation of mothers on the sixth day. She has God say:
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 movable parts. . .
all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she
stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed
love affair. And six pairs of hands.
Way too true.
Our mothers were one of the first and most important metaphors for God’s own love for us. It wasn’t so much what they said but, rather, in what they did with those disappearing laps, curing kisses, and six pairs of hands. Erma was right.
Perhaps we can let the words of another U.S. American treasure, Maya Angelou, taken from her poem, Mother: A Cradle to Hold Me, speak for us all on this Mother’s Day:
Mother I have learned enough now
To know I have learned nearly nothing.
On this day
When mothers are being honored,
Let me thank you
That my selfishness, ignorance, and mockery
Did not bring you to
Discard me like a broken doll
Which had lost its favor.
I thank you that
You still find something in me
To cherish, to admire, and to love.
I thank you, Mother.
I love you.
God bless our Mothers on Mother’s Day, those with us and those in heaven.
Oremus pro invicem.