(An article for the May 1993 Deep Cove Crier)
Thanks, Mom, for always being there for me when Iíve needed you. As I think about Motherís Day, I remember times as a teenager when I felt confused and discouraged about life, and you were there to listen. It is only years later that I realize what a tremendous gift that was to me. There were times as a teenager when I felt embarrassed even to have parents. I remember how uneasy I felt walking with you and Dad at the shopping mall, in case any of my high school acquaintances would see me. As a teenager I was so much into proving how independent I was, that I failed to appreciate that oneís family is an irreplaceable gift. Thank you, Mom, for being so patient and forgiving with my teenage growing pains. I really had very little idea how much you were sacrificing in order to give my sisters and me a loving and secure home. I really did not see you as a person with your own dreams, fears, and hopes.
It is only years later that I have come to see how much impact children can have on oneís dreams, fears, and hopes. I will always remember meeting with a young couple who were expecting their first child. This couple were avid skiers every weekend up at Whistler. They said to me: "We are thrilled about having a baby, but itís not going to change anything." I thought to myself: "Children donít change anything....they change everything!"
The Gift of Honour
Gary Smalley and John Trent, well-known authors and family counselors, said that one of the greatest gifts we can give our children is the gift of honour. Smalley/Trent say that Ďhonourí is a decision we make to place high value, worth, and importance on another person by viewing him or her as a priceless gift and granting him or her a position in our lives worthy of great respect. Thank you Mom for giving me the gift of honour both as a child and an adult. In so many ways, you have shown that you value me and really
care for me. In so many ways, you have shown that you value me and really care for me.
I am amazed, as I look back, at all the countless sports activities and clubs you drove me to. To be honest, I took all your driving for granted. I just assumed that parents did that kind of thing. Being a chauffeur to my own three boys now, I realize that taking time to get your children involved in various extra-curricular activities is a real act of love. You and Dad went to countless plays, school assemblies and pageants: not because we were the most talented children in the world, but because you saw your children as priceless treasures. As a parent, I have been to Christmas school concerts where the concert never seems to start, where every child seems to be playing a different note, and where most spoken communication is muffled and virtually unintelligible. The redeeming feature of those concerts for me is when one of my boys beams a big smile from the stage and gives me a wave. My boys feel honoured if I am there, and very disappointed if I am too busy. Mom, thank you for never being too busy to come to my concerts.
There were many times, Mom, that I did not really appreciate your spirituality...just how important God was to you. As a teenager, I found church boring, unintelligible, and irrelevant. So I went skiing at Mount Seymour on Sunday mornings instead. Thank you, Mom, for not condemning me when I strayed from church. Thank you, Mom, for never failing to pray for me that I would come to discover Jesus Christ for myself. I believe that it was your prayers and the prayers of Nana Allen that softened my heart to let Jesus come in. I have come to believe from personal experience that the persistent prayers of a loving mother are one of the most powerful forces in the universe.
The Reverend Ed Hird
Rector, St. Simonís Anglican Church, North Vancouver
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