My mother is having surgery today. She needs to have a full tear in her rotator cuff repaired – a surgery that is not uncommon. But, I admit… I’m still worried.
Yes, I’m a bit of a worrier, what can I say?
Of course, I hope and pray that all will go well – that God will guide the hands and minds of the surgeon and all who are involved, according to His Perfect Will. And I do trust in God’s goodness. (All prayers are welcome!)
I thought I’d take this opportunity to share a little of my mother with you.
So much more to me than a mother is she, although a mother is beyond good and beautiful, a wonderful wonder to be…
I’ve always been disabled, but mothers are supposed to take care of their children. Now that I am an adult with great dependence and need, my mother is still my caregiver – even though, through the years, her own physical abilities have declined and racked her body beyond her age. Being a hard worker, selfless, and stubborn, she pushes through pain and weakness, shuffling, bent over, dragging herself to do what she feels needs to be done. As a woman, she is a marvel. As a mother, she is a treasure. And, as a human being, she is my friend, one of my favorite people in the world.
Hoping that this doesn’t sound too sacrilegious, I was thinking the other day of how my words to describe my mother are many of the same words that I use to describe Christ.
She is my rock. Not only because she is tough, but also because her gifts and talents are constants, reliable, always there when I need them. She is the firm foundation of our family. No matter what the many things that assail her, if I really need her, she finds a way.
She is my refuge. Everyone who has ever come to our house knows that my mother’s home is a true home, not only for her family, but for everyone invited, who all feel comfortable and lavishly pampered in a house of love.
She is my light. When my mother is happy, everything is easy, music and laughter fill the house, and we deliciously delight in each other’s company. Even when she isn’t happy, if I have a small decision to make, if I’m not quite sure how to do something or move forward, my mother is the one to whom I turn. Her practical wisdom is unmatched (even if she doesn’t always take her own advice!)
As we are preparing for Christmas (my mother’s favorite time of year) these thoughts about my own mother make me think about Christ’s relationship with his. Aren’t many of the things that I said about my mom true about many good mothers? Of course, the mother of Jesus is exceptional – there is no denying that. Mystery of Mysteries, God chose her to be His own mother. How he must have loved her! But… my mother is exceptional, too. As disabled as her body is, she pushes through her pain and weakness and cares for me (and I so don’t deserve it – no arguing.) And she cares for others with love and joy, with a selfless generosity that goes beyond being a “good” mom or even a great one. And… mystery of mysteries, God chose her to be my mother.
I thank You, my Lord and my God, for the amazing person whom I am honored and privileged to call, “Mama”! Watch over her and take good care of her, please, helping her to recover fully and well, with as little pain as possible.
© 2017 Christina Chase
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.