I admit Mother’s Day isn’t one of my favorite holidays, hasn’t been for many years. Most people who feel that way have a mother in heaven, not me. My mother lives a couple of miles away, I won’t see her on Mother’s Day. I haven’t seen her or talked to her in years. I use to tell people I was ok with that, I’m not. How could I be? I got ripped off in the mother department. Sad, but so very true. I wish I could say it isn’t hurtful, I can’t. I wish I could say that my mother not loving me is no big deal, I can’t. I wish even more that I could say my mother being hurtful to my children is something I can forgive, I can’t. I’m often asked how I keep from being angry and bitter.
It’s simple. God gave me a spare mother. She isn’t a stepmother, she isn’t my Daddy’s wife, she is my spare mother. I believe in my heart that God knew I needed her and He sent her. I thank Him for that on a regular basis.
She is the birthday card sender, the Christmas gift shopper, the Thanksgiving meal cooker, the advice giver when a grandchild is ill, the heart mender when needed, the ever faithful God seeking example setter, and the ever loving mother and grandmother to our entire family.
She has been my spare mother legally for 20 years, but long before my daddy married her she became my spare mother. She never made me feel anything but welcomed and loved, even when I didn’t deserve it. Daddy traveled and when he wasn’t home I still stayed at their house because of her.
She is a woman of faith and anytime The Baby Girl has something to share about her walk with The Lord she wants to call Nanny. We called home for Easter and The Baby Girl talked to her Papaw and told him about Easter baskets, egg hunts etc., but when Nanny got on the phone and asked her what she was doing she said with a big smile, “Celebrating the cross.” At 10 she already knows her grandmother is a Godly woman and she wants to share her love for The Lord with her.
When Nanny comes for a visit we make sure our clothes and house are clean. Our hair looks its best. I watch my mouth because whether you are a 20 year old grandson or a 42 year old daughter bad words are not acceptable.
Nanny will flat get in your business, just ask the grandsons. She wants you to live up to your potential, she wants you to have a better life then she had.
Nanny is the backbone of our family. She loves us unconditionally.
I thank God that He blessed me with a spare!
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