A rainy morning and a timely quote from my inbox (thanks, Mr. Quote Man) for a piece I was going to write.........
"There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other wings". -- Unknown
Three college girls walked past my house on their way to school this
rainy morning. It looked like not even a cold and rainy morning such as
this could dampen their conversation which nestled on the subject of the
future... their future. Before they went out of sight I was able to
grab snippets of their chat with words such as ---- big dreams, leave
home, abroad, independent, sad, family ties.....
mothers could hear them now I am pretty sure that it would make
immeasurably sad their hearts. Although mothers pretty well know that
one day soon their kids would grow up and finally leave home. Still when
that day comes they don't really let go. At least that's how they would
feel in the silence of their hearts.
Something I have heard
from my mother as she entertained her buddies over lunch in our house
long ago was this --- 'Mothers are just stewards of their children. The
kids don't belong to us though we gave birth to them. They belong to
Many years after when it was my turn to leave the nest, I
finally understood what she meant. Although it pained her (I could see
it in her eyes) to see me go but she let go. Maybe she thought her job
was done and I was ready to be on my own. But was I?
Looking back now I can honestly say that maybe I was. Life was tough but I was tougher it seemed. Now I know my mother's thoughts. She knew about life
and she made sure that I be equipped for the rush and tumble of a crazy
world outside. She did what all mothers do.... she built on character.
On this she shaped my roots knowing wisely that I could not depart from
it whatever be the challenges. She did not aim to protect me from
failure or mistakes or disappointments. Instead she made me understand
that it's all part of the landscape of life and living. And she taught
me the wisdom of learning to make the right responses towards it, as
best as could be managed. She pointed to God as a supreme eternal guide
and help comparable to none. She didn't make praying difficult to do...
it's easy when you free the heart to speak. Kindness, generosity,
compassion, honesty, dignity of labor, faith and trust, and the
essential tiny courtesies of life.... among the good stuff she insisted
upon. Imperfection was not a crime (nobody is perfect) but excellence a
better choice. Best of all she walked her talk. I saw in her life how
strength of character makes one come out a winner. One not by human or
the world's standards but a winner in the heart of a Magnificent God
greatly pleased. I guess that is what truly matters at the end of the
So this is what it is ..... ROOTS and WINGS -- gifts a
mother alone can give to her child by the work of her mind, hand, heart,
and soul enabled by an All-Knowing God. And when her job is done she
humbly steps aside ..... and God takes over.
Love your mothers. Nobody else on earth can do what they do. I miss my mom but I know that she's happy where she is now.