Mother’s Day and Please Pass the Burned Biscuits!

Motherhood is one of the greatest things in life.

It is an honor.

It is a high calling.

It is a joy.

I would have life no other way!

I’m grateful for a Mom who loved me so much, and now that she’s gone, many women have stepped in to that role of “Mom” for me. Those women — who are always there for me — are Ginny (my Dad’s wife), Jeannie, Faye, and Dee. Wonderful, beautiful women who I’m grateful to God for.

I want to share this cute, inspiring story with you today, and I also want to thank many who shared on this post, what your ideal Mother’s Day would be like. Thank you for sharing your hearts! Many of your comments brought back memories of when my kids were little (very top photo). The things we long for when our kids are babies definitely change over time. I remember wanting a “break,” for things to be “clean,” to get a good night’s sleep, for my kids to be angels (ha!), with no bickering.

Those things seem so simplistic to me now.

I find myself longing for more love, affection, for my kids to continue to grow in God, to “make it” in this world as they are finishing school and entering college. It’s much more complicated, but it’s all so good. I feel very blessed with my family.

This story was floating around email-land a few years back, and I saved it for a long time. :)

Burned Biscuits
When I was a kid, my mom likde to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.

I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides… a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things…. and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine!

Oh, and I have to include a picture of me and my sisters whom I love very much. With our Mom gone, it’s good that we have each other. :)

What will you be doing for Mother’s Day on Sunday?

Happy Mother’s Day to all my friends and family!