The day I was born I was lucky enough to feel Gods grace and he blessed me with one of the most beautiful loving mothers that he put on this earth. As I grew older I began to realize that not all moms were like my mom. She was warm and tender but she was strict and wise in her teachings. She taught me to look for the best in others while being careful as to protect myself from what dangers some can also contain. At a young age I lost her to cancer and I quickly learned to appreciate every minute that I could recall. My mom had been my best friend and teacher. It was not that she was always perfect or that I always did what she told me. It was more the fact that she was always there. No matter what I did or said, my mom let me know that she loved me and would listen even if I didn't like what her response was going to be. She had been my conscience and my backbone in multiple trials during our short 21 years together. So, when she left me I felt cheated and lost. I was angry and felt like God had left me alone.
In time I started to discover that life wasn't all about me as a whole. It was about my interpretation on life and what God lies in and on our "Path" of life. I started to smile again at some of the most beautiful things. One day it was a baby laughing. The smile on her mothers face and the laughter that followed her daughters almost made tears come to my eyes. On another day I overheard a child asking her mom where babys come from. I waited quietly to see how she explained it to her. Was it the stork that delivered or was it an anatomy lesson with few details. Then came a day where I heard the comment, "Mom, do you think Johnny will always think that I am ugly?" That time mom tenderly searched for her words but I saw her look at the little girls dad and tell him shh because his desire was to search out this little boy who had been so mean to his princess. Moms are not just consolars to us, they are peace keepers to all involved.
As I continued to look through the many moments that we experience on the sidelines with other people, I began to find multiple stories that brought a trace of my own mom to my mind. I found that a smile on my face began to be a heart full of love that never died. Countless many other times I saw other moms slow down their fast paced lives just to explain to their children how life works. So many blessings in forms of kindness being smiles exchanged, cards, presents or just tight hugs and some soft spoken words.
Mothers are all around us and although I may miss my own I have to give credit to some of the beautiful ones around me. I soon decided that its ok to miss my mom but its so much better to look for the wisdom that she brought to me in some of the other mothers. A mothers heart carries so much love, patience and understanding. They never truly leave us. Thankfully, if you take a moment and experience the world around you, you might just hear a familiar conversation. Most mothers bare the same soul. If your lucky, maybe you might just be asked for your wise opinion or a hug. Either one of these request from another mother or someone elses child, is a beautiful moment worth making a memory of. So I ask you, where can you find a trace of your mother? Better yet, where will your child find a trace of you?
