“Honor thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long upon the earth” (Exodus 20:12).
Does this mean so they won’t follow through on their urge to strangle us with their bare hands on so many occasions? Maybe.
Or act upon our oft-repeated, “My mother would kill me if she knew”? Probably.
I am reminded of Bill Cosby’s threat: “I brought you into this world; I can take you out.”
This is the weekend set aside to honor our mothers.
The ones who did not (yet) kill us. Instead, they scolded us, punished us, “trained” us, gave us “the look,” put us in our place, forbade us to go certain places with certain people and do certain things which we so desperately wanted to do, and pretty much cramped our style for so many years.
They cried privately when we said (or made it known by deed), “I hate you!”
And they forgave us.
The last frontier of forgiveness this side of heaven is a mother. God help us if we ever cross the line where even a mother’s love can’t reach.
So . . . whatever your relationship with your mother . . . honor her with a thank you. If you are reading this, she has spared you. And I would venture to say, she is thinking of you with love . . . the First Corinthians Thirteen kind of love that “believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”