It's mother's day in my country. It's a day to ponder how much the love of our mothers has done for us. I know that's a bad sentence but it seems to pertain today.
My mother died suddenly on April 25, 2009. She worked all day and then slumped over dead in her doctor's office a little after 8:00 PM.
For weeks before that I had been preaching to her about the dangers of alternative sweeteners. Substances like aspartame, which the FDA approved of, are neurotoxins that mess with our brains. I will always remember her angrily saying to me, "So you think aspartame is building up in my body?" I calmly replied, "I know it is." Would she listen? A few months later she dropped dead. GRRRRRR
So I've been motherless for 17 years. I wish I could say I'm devastated with the loss of my mother but she was such a blockhead.
When God called us to home school our children, she threw a fit. When God called Robert and I to adult immersion, she threw a fit. When I kept having miscarriages, she threw a fit. When we wanted to go back into farming, she threw a fit. When I dropped out of my singing group because of laryngitis, she threw a fit. When we started keeping the Sabbath, she threw a fit.
I think you get the picture. My mother only approved of me when I fit into her narrow view of the world. When God was trying to grow me up into a natural healing practitioner, that didn't fit with her "The doctor knows best" brainwashing. Come to think of it, I can't think of too many things that I did that she approved of so I went on without her.
When she dropped dead, I cried very hard for several weeks. It was such a shock. My growing children said "Mom, why are you crying so hard? She was your biggest enemy." I had to ponder a bit as I saw their point. Then I replied, "Because now there is no more hope that we might have a good relationship."
After that, things got better. There were no more unrealistic expectations that some day mom would grow up and appreciate all that I was doing with my life. Then a friend gave me a book called TOXIC PARENTS and I started to really heal.
So yes, my mother taught me good things when I was growing up like how to garden and how to be a homemaker. What she couldn't teach me was that these things can REALLY show love when done with a heart full of love.
My mother loved herself and her comforts money could buy. Once she slapped me when I defiantly declared "Some people love their money more than they love their own family!" I guess it hit a nerve because it was the truth. Robert asked her to leave our house shortly after the slap. There was no apology for the slap--no checking if I was ok--no love.
So for those of you who really felt loved by your mothers, I am so happy for you. For the rest of you, may the Lord be the comfort that you need to be a loving person even though it wasn't modeled for you. The Lord is a GREAT lover of people. May we all be like Him especially when our Earthly parents failed us terribly.
If the word "Mother" does not bring all the warm fuzzies that others experience, this song is for you. May you find peace in being the person God knows you can be and wants you to be.
Sad today,
Dawn
