mother’s day – Chiara Talluto

This weekend is Mother’s Day. A Hallmark celebration of moms, grandmothers, aunts, and sisters. If you’re asking me, I’d say every day should be Mother’s Day! Lol.

Before I became a mom, I had no idea what would be involved and the worries I’d experience. Yes, there have been many joys and ARE many joys I share with my two daughters, but the saying is true when kids are younger, the troubles are smaller. The older the children, the more complex things become. Having a preteen and another right behind, it’s no wonder I color my hair every seven weeks.

But, I digress. Mother’s Day is a reminder on how lucky I’ve been to have had a mom who sacrificed a lot to give my sisters and I, clothes on our back, and food on our table. Both of my parents worked 2-3 jobs at various points of my upbringing. They may not have been there all the time, or knew how to deal with puberty and life questions, but I never went without.

My mother was not perfect in raising three daughters, either. In hindsight, her decisions on things weren’t the greatest, but she did what she knew how. I’m far from perfect myself. I make more mistakes than corrections; and still, I’m beyond thankful that God picked me to be a mom too.

One of my favorite mothers, besides my mom, is Mary the earthly mother of Jesus. She’s one of the bravest women I have ever read about. It amazes me that out of all the females that God could have selected, he chose Mary, a peasant girl to be Jesus’s mom.

It is said in the Bible that God found favor in Mary.

Luke 1:28 And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.

Luke 1:30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.

And what does Mary say when she learns that through the Holy Spirit, she will become pregnant and then bear a son. The Son of Man—God’s only begotten son!

Luke 1:38 And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

Even though, she might have been frightened and confused, Mary still trusted and believed. Now, if that isn’t faith, I don’t know what is.

Being a mom is a hard job. There is no punch clock—it’s a 24-hour responsibility. You have to multi-task, be quick-witted, and ready for anything, all the time.

But, the fruits of the labor, my labor, always supersede the curve balls that come my way.

On this Mother’s Day, thank your mom for bringing you into this world. I know I will. If God hadn’t chosen her, you wouldn’t be here.

Until next time…