Rejoice Wonderful Women! It is Wednesday,
It is time, our time, to re-charge, affirm one of our good qualities and to give thanks, praise and what is a proper party without worship? I mean…Dad. Am I right? Awesome in all He does for us, remarkable in all He does through us. When you consider those two thoughts alone, you begin to smile. His complete, uncompromising love for you is how and why you can celebrate.
While you are celebrating don’t forget to encourage another Wonderful Woman to do the same. Remind her that she is a unique creation to be celebrated. Encourage her to be kind to herself, give herself credit. You may need to help her a little bit which is okay, stick with her until she can celebrate on her own.
We have come to that time of year that has the delivery companies both happy and fearful at the same time. Restaurateurs are doing a happy dance, flower and candy shop owners are grinning from ear to ear as they brace themselves for Mother’s Day. Mom. M.O.M. My Only Mother, My Other Mother, or My, Oh My! The exclamation often heard from a mother keeping up with her busy children. It is a universal name not specific to a region, culture, age group or station in life. The language of Mom knows no linguistic boundaries. Love, care, and discipline are in the inflection of the voice and if you are slow to take the hint-her eyes will level even the most rambunctious child with the Mom look. Whewww did you just get a cold chill thinking about “the look” too? Mom is an alarm call. Watch a group of women in a store who hear the frantic MOM! From a lost child, you will hear them respond in perfect unison YES! A crying baby often evokes an empathetic response from nearby new mothers. It can be a word of comfort and yes for some a source of contention. It speaks of nurturing, memories, life lessons and love. The very reason the holiday was birthed was to celebrate the Phenom called Mom. MOM means many things.
As I considered the word MOM I realized that for many of us it could also mean Mentoring Other Mentors. Wonderful Women if you have survived diapers, sleepless nights and the endless adventures children tend to create you are a M.O.M. because your experience and knowledge will help others navigate parenting. Think back to when you were overwhelmed with the task of working outside your home to go home to your full time job aka your family, ministry and finding time for yourself. At the time you may have lost sight of who you were temporarily. You forgot what you liked and depending upon your circumstances you may have fallen into the bad habit of not practicing true self care. What was your defining moment that caused you to find balance? What did you learn as you re-calibrated? You are the M.O.M. who can help another woman find balance as she achieves her goals.
If you have been in the place of need and had to figure out how to overcome financial obstacles one no at time you, Sister Budgetista, are a M.O.M. Who better to talk about good stewardship of money and resources in a practical application than the one who refused to accept no for an answer because she saw better for herself and family?
Looking back there were victories and disappointments, there were good and bad decisions. There were people who helped and hindered your progress but today you are confident leader, you are a M.O.M. who can show others how to survive the opinions of others.
For those of you wondering how your experiences could matter much less help please consider these questions: would it have made a difference if someone had taken the time to speak well-being into your life, to teach you how to turn your life task into the art of fruitful living? What would it have meant if a “been there, done that and you can too” M.O.M. looked past the representation of yourself to look directly at you to confirm that you are okay. You are enough and you are on the right track? Exactly.
As you honor the women in your life consider becoming a M.O.M. remind your sister she is capable. Remind her she can handle everything she sets her hand to do. Take that hand to help her celebrate for what she has overcome and all that she is about to become.
It’s all ‘bout love,
Trudy