Mother, I’m Still Trying to Make It To You!

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Sometimes as I am driving along a song will come on the radio that will remind me of my mother.  She left this world more than ten years ago but her powerful influence still lingers in my life. I was fortunate to have been born to a wonderful mother who enjoyed her “job”. In fact, I’m pretty sure she would be offended that I used the word “job” to describe Motherhood, because she never looked at it that way. She loved being a Mom! My Dad has told me many times that being a mother was all she wanted out of life. Some people might think that shows some lack of ambition. I think it shows her tremendous understanding of how important a role that a mother plays in shaping, not only a child, but also a society. I don’t think any serious student of the social sciences can deny that a mother’s influence on a child and society can be powerful for both the good and the bad. With rare exception, my observation is that mothers have a tremendous influence for the good. A couple of years ago a talk was given by Bradley D. Foster of the Seventy. He quoted a poem written by Elizabeth Akers Allen.

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!

I am so weary of toil and of tears, …

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,

Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! …

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,

No love like mother-love ever has shone; …

None like a mother can charm away pain

From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.

Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;

Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!

I think there’s nothing quite like, the warmth of a mother’s arms. I know that I miss the secure feeling it gave me, and I’m a grown man. I have no clue as to the enormous responsibilities and burden that come with motherhood. I only observe its influence and results. But I’m sure that it is God-given, and that all mothers are given their special “guardian” angel to help them on their way, because it’s just too hard and wonderful of a call, to do alone. I could try to write stories of my Mother that might best describe her life, but I would need several journals to do so. Instead, she is best described by the “feeling” that swells in my heart each time her name is mentioned. The feeling is indescribable, but is best captured by this thought:

“Perhaps the reason we respond so universally to our mothers’ love is because it typifies the love of our Savior. As Joseph F. Smith said, “The love of a true mother comes nearer [to] being like the love of God than any other kind of love” (“The Love of Mother,” Improvement Era, Jan. 1910, 278). (“Mother Told Me”, Bradley D. Foster, GC, April, 2010)

So, to you Mom, the one who could “charm away my pain”, I’m laboring hard each day here on earth, because I’m still trying to make it to you!

 

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