I remember planning Mothers day with my sister as a child: it was a top secret mission to impress. One particular time my sister made her breakfast in bed and I made the card. It wasn't a pretty card and I am sure the coffee was cold, but my mother cherished the surprise all the same.
Mothers say children are a gift from God but I am not always so sure, children can be demanding! I am not a mother myself (thank goodness) but as I grow older I find myself in the company of mothers or mothers to be, more often than not. I am the youngest in my family so I have never really had to 'mother' anyone younger than me, but now, I learn a lot about children when I babysit my niece. She is a handful!
She likes dressing up in her Sporticus outfit. She actually owns two because she wears the one while the other is in the wash. That is correct. She has been dressed as Sporticus for eight months! For those who may not know who he is: Sproticus is a character on a children's television show. He is a very energetic busybody to say the least and he loves doing his excersises, which then leads to my niece doing them as well and don't think her mother is exempt from taking part in the activities!
Mothers are truly made special by God, how else will they survive their children? I know two mothers that deserve extra chocolate this year for being amazing, I don't know how they manage, but they do, without complaint.
One day I bumped into my sister in law, Margaret, at the grocery store and it was interesting to see that even grocery shopping can be an action packed adventure! To save her time, I decided to walk and talk with her while she does her shopping, because she had my niece with her. It was chaos.
My niece (dressed up as Sporticus) was showing off her newest dance moves on the beat of the 'Down down, prices are down' tune and couldn't be bothered by the people who tried to pass us in the isles. Margaret was grabbing groceries off the shelves with one hand while pushing the trolley with the other and occasionally one of these hands would reach out and grab my niece out of the way of speeding trolleys.
She did all of this while ticking off a list she had in her head and maintaining a conversation with me. I have never experienced multitasking like that before, we filled the trolley in 15 minutes flat and we were out of the store in no time. After I said my good byes I watched in awe as a cloud saturated with cheerful singing and the rattle noise of the trolley wheels followed them back to their car. I missed my childhood, back when I had no care in the world.
I was reminded of how my mother used to spoil me to bits on rainy days. We called it 'pancake weather'. It is not the smallish fluffy kind that often comes to the Australian mind, South African pancakes are more like crepes: large and thin to cover a plate, they are then filled with cinnamon sugar and a hint of lemon juice. My mother's pancakes are the best. They just taste better when they are made with motherly love.
I would be playing inside the house running wild and every minute or so I would run up to the stove to take a peak if one of these beautiful creations has left the pan! As soon as one hit the plate I grabbed it, rolled it into a cylinder bursting with cinnamon sugar and then I would dash off with it in my hand skipping down the hallway back to my toys, leaving a trail of cinnamon wherever I went. My mother was never really impressed, but she was patient and I am sure she now remembers those days fondly.
I used to be a handful, I think. My mother always knew when I was up to no good, and when she caught me in the act I would ask her how she knew I was going to be naughty and her answer was: 'I have eyes in the back of my head'. I believed her. I remember following her around to see if I can get close enough to find them. I was sceptical. I pulled a few faces, she didn't see a thing! Or did she?
I realised at a young age: my mother has super powers. She is unbelievably strong, brilliantly resourceful and lovingly patient. I can make a list as long as the Great Wall of China but one word describes her best: she is a Mother.
A mother's love is infallible. Whether we are naughty, busybodies or sweet and innocent angels, they never stop caring. I will not be able to spend Mother's day with my mother this year or even the next, so I will have to blow her a kiss across the Indian ocean. This Sunday is Mother's day, so I trust you will remember your mother and if she is close send her some flowers or give her a call if you were not planning on doing it any time soon.
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I give thanks to my God upon every remembrance of you. ~Philippians 1:2-3
Leanne van Rensburg was born in 1988 and grew up on a farm in a small town in South-Africa. After school she chose a career in science and obtained degrees in Biotechnology and Microbiology. She moved to Australia in 2012 and is currently working as an oncology technician in Sydney. Family, friends, horses, photography and travelling are a few things that add value to her everyday life. She is a adventurous person that loves taking risks and trying new things. Writing comments for Christian Today is one of her latest undertakings.
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