Could you imagine how tough it would have been on us if our mother only paid attention to our needs once a year? What if she had only changed our diapers once a year? Scary thought! How about if she only had cooked us a meal once a year?
The point of course is a mother’s love is around the clock and she goes beyond to make sure we have what we need when we’re growing up. Sure, the second Sunday in May is set aside for Mother’s Day and if you want to buy your mother some flowers, candy, balloons, or a card, go right ahead. Show your love. Yes, there are those who are capitalizing, commercializing and exploiting our love for our mothers by racking in millions of dollars, and they may care less about our mothers. I’m not going to lean in on that because you already know that. (smile)
Yet, a few years back my mother told me that she really stopped caring much about one particular holiday because she feels blessed to have the love of her children and grandchildren the other 364 days. She loves hearing from us every week whether it’s a phone call or text message, seeing us when we visit her home, and she doesn’t mind receiving gifts as well—no matter what day it is. She said the best gift she could have is for her children and grandchildren to be the best human beings they can be and nothing less.
When I think of my mother, Mavis Jackson, one word comes to mind: Overcomer. This is a woman who raised five children (1 girl, 4 boys) as a single mother in Houston. We moved constantly from apartment to apartment and faced countless evictions. I can’t begin to tell you how many abusive relationships she has survived and how many of her boyfriends my brothers and I beat up in her defense. The monkey of drug addiction stayed on her back for many years. We experienced staying in shelters in downtown Houston, on the streets at night and even in drug houses in 5th Ward. My mother was blessed to kick her drug habit and she is now a Licensed Chemical Dependency Counselor, helping others turn their lives around.
My mother once wrote in an article, “At one point in their lives, my children lived through my drug addiction. They experienced the neglect that an addiction causes, and hunkered down to take care of each other. I am not proud of my addiction but I am grateful for it, because had I not gone through it, I would not be the person I am today.”
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