Celebrating another “Mother’s Day,” gave opportunity for reflection. I think for the most part mothers get a bad rap these days, or at least they don’t get the kind of appreciation they truly deserve, and they sure don’t get the pay-package they earn. Of course, if they did nobody could afford a mother.
The most astounding thing I discovered about my mother is that mothers are not fathers.
I knew there was a difference somewhere, but I really could not put my finger on it until I made this awesome discovery.
I remember my mother always having a funny smell about her not quite like the good earthy aroma my father had. My mother always went to great pains so she would smell “pretty.” I remember liking the smell of my father. It was more natural. And some days it was more natural than other.
My mother was always laying down the law while father just lay down. My mother never could sit still long enough to really relax. Dad could relax just about anywhere, and he did… often.
I’m sure there were other differences between my mother and my father. When I realized that mothers are not fathers, the whole world began to make more sense to me. A good father is a perfect balance between a mother and a boy.
The Bible encourages us to honor both our father and mother. “My son, keep thy father’s commandment, and forsake not the law of thy mother:” (Proverbs 6:20).
Perhaps Solomon had our generation in mind when he wrote, “There is a generation that curseth their father, and doth not bless their mother.” (Proverbs 30:11).
Mothers may not be fathers but they are exactly what God ordered.