A Mother's Love

Townhall ^ | May 13, 2007 | Armstrong Williams

[Kaslin]

Growing up in Marion County, South Carolina in the 1960’s, I could not at the time appreciate the incredible wonders of my Mother. She never thought she would marry in life and in her 30s was living at home with her Father, Armstrong Howard. My Father, James Williams, had been married to Theola Livingston and had four children. In giving birth to the fourth child, Theola died while in labor. This was January 1957, and my Father desperately needed a wife to raise those four children, and bring stability to the household while he worked the family farm. He knew my mother through her good name and sterling reputation. It was no secret that she was a virgin, and during those days that was something that ladies coveted and cherished. As customary during the time my Father went to my Grandfather and made it clear to him that he was in a desperate situation and was in need of a wife. Grandpa Howard said to my mother: Thelma, I’m not gonna be with you always and someday you’re gonna get old and regret not having children and a family of your own. Then, having never known each other, dated, kissed or even hugged, they were married one month later in 1957. My mother, Thelma Williams was thrust into an inherited family of four and eventually had eight children of her own, two of which were stillborn. She loved the first four as if they were her own and struggled mightily to provide a loving, nurturing and stable household for our family. Stories like these would be unfathomable today, laughable, but those are the things that our mothers were made of. They saw marriage and responsibility to their children as a duty and a calling: a labor of love. My mother made many sacrifices in the early years of that marriage, never being able to afford the nicer things of life, having to do patchwork and makeshift work to assemble something that looked like a home and often sacrificing herself and her own personal desires for commitment to her family as my Father developed and built the Williams farm. My mother’s favorite refrain was, “Lord, just let my last days be my best days.”

Well, according to the calendar, it’s Mother’s Day again. I’ve written about this subject consistently for the last 16 years. Oftentimes at my home, I invite elderly ladies from the church over for Saturday brunch. The Queen was in our country recently, and we fell in love with her all over again. My connection was that she and my Mother were born in the same year and one week apart. And like the Queen, my Mother has never worn pants, always wears a hat in public and always elevates the dress code wherever she goes. Mom knows how to put those threads together. I also find myself always wanting to give a senior person a hand or give up my seat. Never met a senior citizen I couldn’t talk to and I finally figured out why: because my sensitivity and dedication to my own Mother as she grows old has made me more sensitive and caring toward those in their jubilee years. My Mother, now in her 80’s, is sweet and adorable and is in much more need of her children than ever before. Yes, she gives the impression that she’s still tough and independent, but the simple things remind me that she’s getting older and that I need to enjoy every waking moment with her. Knowing that we all have an anointed time on this earth I make each day and moment count with my Mother and other mothers that have mentored me along the way. Every morning without interruption, at 5 AM I call my Mother and it’s as if she’s hearing from me for the first time. She’s having cataract surgery soon and I made it clear that I would be home to be by her side. Her response, “son, I sure appreciate it.” The sadness of all of this is that so many sons and daughters these days go through life never understanding what it means to really have loved and been loved unconditionally by the progenitors of our society. The Bible’s definition of love could not have described a mother’s love for her children more poignantly. My siblings and I never have to wonder where our blessing lies in life because just hearing her gentle voice or seeing her caring face is a reminder of all the love we’ve received. In my lifetime, I have seen five of the original seven wonders of the world: Taj Mahal, the Pyramids, the ruins of the Parthenon, the Great Wall of China, and what’s left of the hanging gardens of Babylon. Those are incredible and magnificent creations, but I’ve concluded that the greatest wonder of them all is a Mother’s love.

Armstrong Williams is a widely-syndicated columnist, CEO of the Graham Williams Group, and hosts the Armstrong Williams Show. He is the author of Beyond Blame.

[Kaslin]

The last time Mother's day was on a May 13 was 45 years ago. I remember this, because this was when my husband and I met for the very first time

[jocon307]

A very sweet article, thanks for posting it for this mother’s day.

[Tax-chick]

Great article!

(And happy anniversary, as it were.)

[jch10]

Thanks for sharing this on this special day.

My tears are for me. This is the 10th Mother’s Day I have been without my mother and I miss her terribly. I cherish all the years I had her.

[Kaslin]

You’re welcome. My pleasure

[Kaslin]

Thanks

[Bunny_with_a_switchblade]

Happy Mother’s day, Mamasan.

[regularperson]

I know it was on May 13 in 1990.

[ALOHA RONNIE]

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See Post No. 47 titled:

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NO GREATER LOVE HATH A MOTHER

http://www.Freerepublic.com/forum/a39626542519c.htm

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For indeed,

...LOVE is the Only Reality and

...GOD is LOVE..?

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Signed:..”ALOHA RONNIE” Guyer
Veteran-”WE WERE SOLDIERS” Battle of IA DRANG-1965, Landing Zone Falcon

http://www.lzxray.com/guyer_set1.htm

http://www.lzxray.com/guyer_collection.htm

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[Joya]

Kaslin, you said, ‘The last time Mother’s day was on a May 13 was 45 years ago. I remember this, because this was when my husband and I met for the very first time.’

Interesting, what a wonderful day to meet one’s future spouse. Thanks for this thread.

[sweetiepiezer]

Mom
Though logic tells me something else,
I tend to think my Mom will always be there.

She always has been,
Exactly where she should be
every time that she was needed
and she always done
exactly what was needed all the time.

Scolding or soothing,
remembering or reminding.
laughing with me,
and sometimes crying.

Her existence is a constant in my life,
so I’m sure I take for granted her availability.

Yet I know there’ll come a time
when I have to live without her.
And I also know that I can,
for some of her great strength she gave to me.

And I’m certain she will always be
a constant in my life.
Each time she’s needed,
she’ll be there.
Inside my mind, inside my heart,
deep in my memory.

Miss and love you Mom,
April 26, 1921 - April 12, 1988

[Kaslin]

You are correct. It also was in 1984