No Comparison
When it comes to moms, mine is the best. No seriously. I see all you posting Mother’s Day niceties in your blogs, and on Facebook and Twitter. I’m sure they’re all sweet ladies, but I’m sorry, there is no comparison. It’s like Tiger Woods vs. the field. There’s no question who sits atop the leaderboard as the world’s number one. If you find that offensive, I’m sorry. I don’t apologize for the truth.
I’m sure my mom is human, but there are days I honestly wonder. As I look back over the landscape of my life, I owe so much of the stability and trajectory of who I am to her. Never have I met a more nurturing woman, so full of selflessness and genuine concern for others over herself. Gifted with endless patience, she put up with a house full of men who found it easy to take advantage of her willingness to serve them. She was (and still is) always there. Whenever I look behind me, I know I’ll see her. Smiling, encouraging, loving, and most importantly praying.
But the thing I undoubtedly love most is how fully she has embraced her calling to maternal leadership, even beyond my brother and me. She has realized the honor of replicating herself into the lives of all those she touches. I find my deepest sense of pride in what I see her investing in her non-biological children. A calling all of us share, but few of us embrace.
The Bible says, “From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” My family was given way more than we deserve, but my mom continues, and continues, and continues to give back so much more. I hope the same can be said about me.
None of us choose our family, so I’m so grateful for the Hand of Providence that placed me into Karen Cooper’s care. I don’t deserve a mom like her. None of us do. I love you mom. Keep modeling replication for all of us (I’m happy to share you with the rest of the world). Proud to be your son. Happy Mother’s Day.
You never need to buy me another present for the rest of my life…this was by far the most wonderful gift you could have ever given me. Thank you for making me look good, for I am the one who is privileged to be your Mom.
Well said my brother. I couldn’t agree with you more. Love you mom!!
You have one of your mom’s gifts for sure – you know how to write! I couldn’t agree with you more. My sister is all you wrote and even more. She is my special sister, my dearest friend, my confidante and a very precious gift to our parents and siblings, as well as to your dad, you and Darren. She was always so thrilled and proud of her “boys”. We love her so very much! I’ve told her that the “mantle” of our mom has fallen on her. Your grandma Helga, too, was a woman of prayer and love for God.