Mothers and Daughters…

I am the mother of three fantastic daughters, and I know a little secret that only mothers and daughters know.  We have a bond that runs deeper than any other relationship that God has gifted us with.  (Don’t tell the guys.  We love them, but it’s not the same.) 

Girls talk.  Girls giggle.  Girls cry.  And girls know they can always call home to mom for a recipe, advice on raising children, encouragement, disappointments, and cheers. 

 Girls call mom when life seems to be falling apart, just to hear…”everything will be alright”.  Girls call mom when they’ve done something great, just to hear…”I am so proud of you”.  Girls call mom when they can’t figure something out, just to hear…”You might try this”.  Girls call mom when they need encouragement, just to hear…”You are doing a great job”.

How many times have I called my mom and burst into tears over something that I had been holding in and being strong about, but the minute I heard my mother’s voice, I knew that I could let go.  I knew I could cry, I knew she would be my “soft place to fall”, and she would help to pick me up, and wipe my tears, even when I’m 49andcounting and she’s 75.

   How many times have I been sick but not able to stop and be sick.  Too busy with taking care of the family, and a call to my mom was all I needed to have her tell me all the things I needed to hear.  Mom is always the one who puts me first, even when I don’t put me first.  “Honey, you need to rest.  Honey, you need to take care of you. ” 

Mom’s seem to always be the voice of sanity.  When I’ve been ready to thrash a child, or throw a husband to the curb, a call to mom would bring me around.  “Honey, have you thought about it this way?”  

 When I hang up the phone, no matter how far the distance, I always feel better.  I always feel loved unconditionally.  I always know a bond that won’t be broken.  I know a love that only mothers and daughters can know.  And I am so glad to be a mother of daughters.

Advertisement