This will probably get me in trouble. Yesterday was Mother’s Day not Mother of My Children’s Day. My wife is not my mother so I leave it up to our kids to honor their mother on Mother’s Day – just like I honor my mother on Mother’s Day. For years, I’ve held the belief that Mother’s Day is a day for children to honor their mother. Father’s Day is the complimentary day for honoring dads. This practice is #5 in the Ten Commandments.
Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.
From my Dad, I learned to thank my mom for her unconditional love and her unselfish commitment to provide a loving home for my brother and me. As we grew older, we took the initiative to remember mom in special ways she would enjoy.
Mom was born in a small village near Florence, Belgium. She spent her teenage years as a war refugee. World War II was happening in her home land. Living under such horrible conditions certainly had an impact on her life as an adult living in Austin and Houston, Texas.
It was difficult for her to be so far away from her family in Belgium. Dad made efforts to keep her in contact with her Belgian family. In the 70’s many Belgian families came to Houston so their children could have pediatric heart surgery. Mom and Dad opened their home and hosted several of these families. It was a joy for Mom to interact with people from her home country.
In November 1973, Mom received a special humanitarian award from the Belgian government for her tireless work with these Belgian families.
Each year, I reflect on this and say, “Thank you, Mom, for inspiring me to make a difference on others.”
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