Hello, sister,
Another month has passed already and it is time for me to write to you again. The days pass just a little too quickly, don’t they? This month I get to write to you about motherhood. But first I have to disclose something to you: I’m not a mom.
Nope. I’m not a mom, and actually I’m single (very single, in fact). At first, I didn’t know how I was going to write this letter to you without having my MOM degree. Then I realized that I am actually getting a pretty sweet deal. I get to tell you all about my wonderful mother and what a strong example she’s set for me right before Mother’s Day. Even if I manage to forget to buy her flowers, she can’t be angry with me, right?
I love my mom. Not many daughters can call their mom their best friend, but I have the incredible privilege of being one of the few who can. She has diligently raised me up in the fear and admonition of the Lord, taught me about life, and is there for me when I fall, need a helping hand, or a shoulder to cry on. She is my safe zone. I can confide in her unreservedly. She knows my struggles, my fears, and even my silly and vain thoughts.
In all things—the good, the bad, and the hard—she lovingly understands, is honest and encouraging, and always points me back to Christ, guiding me to the path of godliness when I have forgotten the way. We laugh together, cry together, confide in each other, and support each other.
My mother is also a woman of great faith. She has stood firm through all these years of raising my brother and I, even through some pretty tough storms. She loves her husband faithfully, submitting to and respecting him and cares for her children tenderly and gracefully.
She is everything a mother should be and more. I cannot adequately describe her qualities of faith, love and grace and I am so thankful that the Lord has blessed me with her and I pray that when my time does come to be a mother that I will be just like her.
My mom and I do have a beautiful relationship now, but it wasn’t always like this. When I was younger, I kept to myself and refused to be vulnerable with my parents. But the Lord redeemed our relationship and taught me the importance of being vulnerable with my parents and letting them into my life.
So daughters, I encourage you to get to know your mom. Be vulnerable with her and give her the opportunity to shower you with her wisdom and love. Strive to be like her. And then when you have little ones of your own (or maybe you already do) you will be able to pass on the same faith and the same legacy that your mom passed on to you.
Remember Mom this week. She’s given you more than you will ever be able to repay.
In the love of the Savior,
Kayla