Happy Mother’s Day

Proverbs 31:28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.”

On May 25th, 2001, Anne Marie Treloar went home to be with the Lord at the early age of 62. (Posted one day later – spent time with family)

It’s funny how a song, a smell, a name, or a place may trigger a memory. These nineteen years have passed by so quickly, and I have to admit, I do not think of my Mom as often.

As the oldest of eight children, I have the fondest of memories of a woman whose heartbeat was for her family. My mother was deeply religious and was the glue that held our family together. She, along with my father, trained us, children, to love God, love family, and love our country.

She had the most beautiful voice, a creative mind, and had a servant’s heart. I remember one particular day as an adult child visiting Mom during the holidays. As my siblings all reminisced of the ‘olden’ days, Mom handed us a letter and asked us to read it later.

That letter contained a story she was submitting to Reader’s Digest of a pregnancy in which we lost what would have been my brother Michael who was stillborn in his ninth month. Mom almost died as the doctor wrongly advised her to carry the dead fetus until term.

One terrifying night, I awoke to Dad and Mom rushing about to get her to the hospital. A neighborhood friend had come to watch us, and we did not see Mom for another week or so.

When she returned, there was a pall over the whole house. The entire ordeal had taken its toll, and Mom’s postpartum blues were particularly hard to bear. I didn’t learn until after her passing, that she had taken her grief and helped those who suffered the same type of loss. She began a ministry of walking alongside many a mother to comfort them.

My mother was a writer, a painter, a cook, and baker. She would draw and paint. Her creativity was something she explored throughout her life. She had a confidence about her that one might describe as bravado. Others might have seen as arrogance or pride. One thing was for sure; Mom was sure of herself.

Today, we remember Moms as that one who birthed us into this world, nurtured us to maturity, and begged us for grandchildren. She embarrassed us at times to keep us humble and made sure we kept the holidays unique.

I know that everyone has a different experience of who and what Mom means to them, but I just wanted to take time to reflect on some things that can help us all.

I realized that mothers sacrifice their bodies for the term of pregnancy and give over to the hormonal, emotional, and physical changes pregnancies bring. My mother reminded me often of the time it took for me to be delivered.

We often do not realize till we are out of the home, just how much we are given as children. I always want to have good things to say when relating things about my Mom.

Ephesians 6:1-3 “Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. Honour thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise;) That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.”

Yes, our parents are human and have made and will make mistakes. Keeping God’s commands in mind when addressing them will keep our hearts right and help us to respond rightly.

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