As I remembered that, I found myself amazed. My mom has shown me what it means to be a wife who serves her husband (and even more importantly a woman who serves her God). I know she didn’t enjoy sitting there for two hours wrapping bandage after bandage day after day. Nor did she enjoy that she had a husband who was always suffering physical pain. Her heart suffered alongside him as she faithfully laid down herself for him time and time again. She never regretted that. She loved him (and always will). She was his helper and there was no other job in life that satisfied her more than that.
I want to be like my mom… If I become someone’s wife someday I hope to serve him and be his helper as well as my mom has modeled for me. I realize that marriage requires sacrificing of one’s self in ways that nothing else does – whether it be in arguments about the toilet seat or spending 2 hours a night wrapping bandages around a leg. I can only imagine the spiritual growth that such a life can bring about.
Being a mother only furthers such humbling and opportunities to serve. To be a parent is such a beautiful thing. Watching friends enter such a time has been beautiful. Parents pour themselves into another human being, helping them to grow to be the person God made them to be – to serve Him with all their being. I’m so grateful that my mother did that. Over and over and over she has sacrificed herself for me and my brothers. Very rarely have we appreciated it as we should. I’m working on that now because if I know anyone who deserves to be appreciated, it’s my mom.
As I type this, my mom is sitting in a chair in the kitchen and her 76 year old mom is standing over her, helping her cover the grey in her hair. My mom is almost 50 years old and her mom is still being her mom. There is such beauty in that. I love that when I’m 50, I’ll still be my mom’s daughter.
In the meantime, I will continue to learn amazing lessons from them about what it means to be a godly woman.