And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a nurturer.” So God made a mother.
God said, “I need someone strong enough to take care of herself and her family, and yet weak enough to know it’s okay to ask for help when she needs it. I need someone willing to focus on the trials and tribulations of life, consoling others when needed and celebrating with them as much as possible. I need a caring and gentle soul to know when others need guidance, even when they don’t know it themselves.” So God made a mother.
“I need someone who will love her family with all her heart, even when they seem the most unlovable. I need a warrior who stand up for her family and never back down on her convictions. I need someone to be an advocate for family members in poor health, someone who accompanies her loved ones to doctor appointments, hospital and nursing home stays, and remains upbeat for them even when she feels like sobbing.” So God made a mother.
God said, “I’m looking for someone who will try anything at least once. She should risk life and limb taking photos and capturing memories, turning those memories into beautiful scrapbooks for her children and grandchildren. I need someone who isn’t soft-spoken who will get the best deals, plan the best routes, and have enough energy for people half her age.” So God made a mother.
“I need someone who will recycle older outfits so her children can wear new ones. I need someone who will be satisfied not to have the latest and most current technology, even if it means she sometimes has to miss her favorite TV show because the channel isn’t coming in. I need someone willing to stay at home while her children travel around the world and be just as happy hearing about their travels as actually having traveled herself. I need someone who appreciates the little things in life, like a phone conversation with a friend or relative, or a treat at a coffee shop every once in a while.” So God made a mother.
God said, “I need someone to be understanding, even when others might not deserve it. I need her to be able to laugh at herself and not mind when her children laugh at her, too. I need someone who will always listen to others, even when she needs a listening ear herself.” So God made a mother.
“I also need someone who is genuinely interested in others, is patient to a fault, and loves life and all it has to offer. Her advice to her daughters will be, ‘Slap a little lipstick on and you’ll be fine,’ and her one word comment to almost anything will be simply, ‘Crazy!’ Her eyes will tell you how she feels even when her words say otherwise. Her arms will always be there for a hug or a pat on the back. Her legs will be stronger than an older woman’s legs should be, carrying her up and down flights of stairs caring for her husband. Her heart will be full…full of wonder for this beautiful life, full of curiosity for what’s to come, and full of unconditional love for her family…who loves her just as fiercely as she loves them.” So God made a mother.
And I’m so glad He made mine.
(Inspired by Paul Harvey’s “So God Made a Farmer” and this column was originally published in the Globe-Gazette on Mother’s Day, May 8, 2016)
Michelle Sprout Murray is a freelance writer who lives in Mason City with her husband and two sons. She may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.