I recently asked my son how many moms he has and he said, “two, a birth mom and ‘this’ mom.” Your mom might not be your birth mom. Maybe it’s your grandmother or an aunt? Maybe it’s a step mom or a friend of the family that took you in? Moms come from different places. Sharing the same blood doesn’t make you a mom. Taking care of a child, watching them grow, kissing their booboos, reading bedtime stories and cheering them on at baseball games, those are some of the things that make you a mom. The interesting thing is that all moms have a common thread. They love their sons and daughters and they love them unconditionally.
We don’t all get to start out life with the kind of love the TV commercials show. Sometimes life is messy, but hopefully somewhere along the line a woman takes us into her heart and becomes our mom or at least a mom figure. That woman “mothers” us like God wants us to be mothered. For that, I am thankful.
In Exodus 1:15-22 there is a story of the Hebrew midwives Shiphrah and Puah. They were instructed by the king of Egypt to kill all the male Hebrews as they were delivered. They chose to be disobedient to their king and didn’t kill any of the boy babies. They chose to obedient to God and not to the Egyptian king. They didn’t know these children, they just knew that they needed to live. Because of their obedience they were blessed by God.
No matter what kind of mom you are, we are grateful. Thank you for meeting us in the womb or meeting us later in life. As children of “mothers” we love your imperfect love.