I have fond memories of Mother’s Day as a child. Mother’s Day was one day of the year that we most definitely went to church. My Mom would buy all of us a little red flower to wear, (all 7 of us) over our heart. She explained to us that the red flower meant your mom was still living and the white flower meant your mom had gone to be with Jesus.
I remember looking at everyone’s flower at church to see what color it was. A lot of mom’s had gone to be with Jesus. I would think to myself, “I’m sure Jesus is as nice as everyone say’s he is” – but, I would look at my mom and thank GOD that my flower was red.
When I think of people who didn’t grow up with their mother’s, for whatever reason, my heart goes out to them. No matter how many disagreements, silly fights or down right misbehaving me and my mom may have encountered among each other – I thank GOD that my flower is still red.
Happy Mother’s Day!