Mama sacrificed a lot for our family. Many times she gave her Baby Ruth candy bar to one of us kids, claimed she didn't want it.
She also ordered us to rest under the shade of the old oak tree when we worked in the garden. We dug dirt, snapped beans, shelled peas, and shucked corn--the fruits of our labor on the farm.
I recall often when I washed the dishes, Mama said, "Let me have that cloth! I'll wash the dishes. Do your homework."
Additionally, Mama made my sister and me clothes on the treadle sewing machine. I asked why she didn't make herself a new dress.
"Oh, I don't need a new dress. I want you girls to look pretty," she said and her cornflower blue eyes sparkled.
Mama demonstrated the love of God by caring for our family. She worked hard.
One of her favorite sayings was: "You need to put a little love into your work."
Now Mama's hair is white as apple blossoms, and when she smiles, it's like the fragrance of roses wrapping everyone around her. She's a mother figure to many people at our church, and to our community. Her love has never failed me.
A mother's love is something that no one can explain. Only God could fashion a mother's love.
I wish all my blogger friends a very Happy Mother's Day!