Call Your Mom

Call your mom.

It’s likely she’s home.

It’s an ordinary day.

But, those are the best days.  Not the fabricated holidays.

It doesn’t have to be long.  There doesn’t have to be a reason.

She’s been thinking of you.

She knows the pressure you’re under.  The busyness of your season. She’s likely quit calling because she doesn’t want to interrupt your flow, your work, your children, your husband, your wife, your life.  She’s not mad about it.  She loves it.  She had it, too.  She can’t believe those days of her own are already passed down to your days.  Her heart is full with how you seemingly do it better than she did.  Than she could.  She thinks of her own mishaps and missteps but wouldn’t change a one of them because that might in fact have changed you.

Call your mom.

She’s likely out and about.

She loves the free reign but sentimentally longs for just one moment of the season you’re in.  Just a moment, though.  She couldn’t imagine doing it again.  Her energy and stamina wonders how she ever did.  But, she’ll take one more lap to be sat on.  One more bed to be tucked in.  One more night to be wakened. One more hand to be held.  One more scrape to be bandaged.  One more story to be told.

Call your mom.

She may not answer.  But, no regrets.  She knew you would when you could.  She kept no tabs.  She only measured her full heart.  And oh, how she loved you.  Always did.  Nothing could have ever changed that, but her time ran out, too.

It’s likely she’s home.

Don’t cry.

She was incredibly humbled.

She was beyond blessed.

She was so proud to be the mother of you.

Proverbs 31