My mother imparted her faith in God to me and helped me to find and understand the God of my own understanding, through her own loving invitation, kindness, and trust that she gave to me through her own example, often when I was least deserving of it.
She was always a working woman, but I think being a mother was the job she took the greatest pleasure in and I am certain in many ways gave her the most heartache. Regardless she was steadfast and committed always to her children.
Reflecting on my very loving mother, being a Youth Care Worker for many years, and a foster mum for a period of time, I know the hardest and most rewarding job in the world is that of mothering.
God bless all of our mother's and all of their children.
These are the words to Emmy Lou Harris's song Calling My Children Home
Those lives were mine to love and cherish
To guard and guide along life's way
Oh God forbid that one should perish
That one alas should go astray
Back in the years with all together
Around the place we'd romp and play
So lonely now I oft' times wonder
Oh will they come back home some day
I'm lonesome for my precious children
They live so far away
Oh may they hear my calling, calling
And come back home some day
I gave my all for my dear children
Their problems still with love I share
I'd brave life's storm, defy the tempest
To bring them home from anywhere
I lived my life my love I gave them
To guide them through this world of strife
I hope and pray we'll live together
In that great glad here after life
I'm lonesome for my precious children
They live so far away
Oh may they hear my calling, calling
And come back home some day
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