Before Google, there was Mum!

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
—Proverbs 3:5-6

There is something about your Mum! Only she could know who was sneaking in late just by the sound of your steps on the stairs. Only a Mum could change a diaper, talk on the phone, and cook supper at the same time. Economic stimulus…mother could make a penny cry for mercy, quadrupling its value with coupons and sales. She was the comforter for disappointed test results, the consoler for love requited, and the encourager for anything your dreams called you to embrace…as long as it was safe!

Somehow she could help you with calculus and geography, literature and sonnets, history and presidents. She knew that pie was both edible and a key component in figuring out the properties of a circle. She was our Google. But she was so much more, because in her presence you found comfort and hope, not just a menu of interesting factoids. Every answer she provided was tailor made, with a bit of counsel or encouragement woven in. When was the last time you searched Google and had an answer that said, "You are on the right track, keep going, you can do it!"?


A mother is indeed a true gift from God. Not only talking about what love means but demonstrating it from the first breath you took, the long nights of colic and feedings, teaching you how to walk, celebrating the first day of school, college and your new life…

Following is a poem I found in the Next Door Savior by Max Lucado.

Mom, What’s It Like?
When you feel the foot within your womb
when the infant cry first filled the room…
to think that you and heaven just circled the moon…
What’s that like?

And the day the bus pulled to a stop
and you zipped the jacket up to the top
and placed a kiss on a five-year-old's cheek
and waved goodbye, then saw the trike –
silent and still-
What’s it like?

The first time you noticed his voice was deep.
The first time she asked if you were asleep
and wanted to know when love was real.
And you told her. How did you feel?

Then the candles were lit.
She came down the aisle.
Did you weep? Did you smile?
And when your child with child told you the news,
and in the quiet of the corner asked for clues,
"Mom", she whispered, "what is it like?"

What you told her… would you tell us? Indeed, what is it like?

A mother puts the "un" on the conditional love our culture expresses and helps you to experience what unconditional love means.

Google will never do that in a million years!

Here’s to mums, those with us and those in our hearts. Take time to honor them not only with words, but by living a life that would make them smile and say…"That’s my girl," or "that’s my boy."

In a few moments you are going to care for someone who may need some mother-like attention. Love them like she would, will you? They will be honored!