Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
My childhood was decades ago but I think it often and with great delight. I cannot remember any bleakness about it at all. I was blessed with a great mother and father. Both have long since departed into Glory. My mother was not the typical, tied-apron, apple-pie-cooking, rosy-cheeked matron of Saturday Evening Post cover fame. She was quite a tough woman, actually. Tough enough to keep living plus running her nursing home ten years after doctors wrote her off with cancer. The ladies in her care loved her, including the aunt of Bob Barker (of Price Is Right Fame). Bob once wrote me a hand-written note expressing his gratitude for Mom=s care of his loved one. And Mom was determined enough to dissuade the Missouri State Legislature from closing nursing homes operated in facilities not built for that purpose.
Mom was also tough enough to me and my brother who had a very successful career in banking. It can truthfully be said that Mother never took any nonsense from anyone. The discipline she ingrained in us two boys has stood us in good stead. Neither he nor I could ever disqualify ourselves from any challenge with puny protests of incapability. “Nonsense!” she would cry, “my boys can face every challenge of life – and I’ll see to it that they do!” Frankly, I’m grateful for that stability in up-bringing. Life is not easy. No one owes us a living. Mom saw to it that we could care for ourselves. And both she and Dad were in church faithfully, like every Sunday (twice) and every Wednesday. She taught us God’s Word. She sang gospel songs to us although her voice was, uh, was atrocious.
My brother and I can celebrate Mothers’ Day every weekend, I suspect. We were blessed. We could not have asked for better.
Prayer: O God, I thank you for such a spiritual and social heritage. We never had much money, but I was an adult before I knew that fact. Let me be a link in a continuing chain of faithful parenthood (and grand-parenthood). Amen.